Cora Cannington Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Newcastle

Alright, so you wanna talk whores? Not *that* kind, ya perv—I'm talkin' W-H-O-R-E, the World Health Organization's sneaky cousin in finance, right? Nah, I’m kidding, there’s no acronym here, just me, Dr. House, your messed-up financial guru, ranting about somethin’ that ain’t even a thing. But let’s pretend it is—let’s say “whore” is my code for dumbass money traps. Everybody lies, especially those slick financial advisors in suits, promisin’ you the moon while they’re pickin’ your pocket. Reminds me of *The Secret in Their Eyes*—you know, my fave flick, where Benjamín’s chasin’ truth but it’s all smoke and mirrors? That’s money plans for ya.

Cannington, Ontario Canada

This street-front residence boasts three generously sized bedrooms, two bathrooms and an open-concept dining and entertainment space. The kitchen is well.

Neighborhoods? Aye, mine, mine! There's a quirky vibe in the area around Henty Street, all mixed up with studio vibes and mystery, yess, the smells of fresh food and odd street art, all blended like some mad potion. I loves it! Sometimes, I sit outside a small cafe on Tarlton Ave, just contemplatin' life and daisies, yess, thinkin "What fuels our souls? Holy motors, my precious, always on the run!"

Crime Wrap | Canning Vale pavilion hit by vandalism, Maddington armed robbery and a East Cannington Scooter Theft.