Claire Chippendale Whore ❤️

About Gold Coast

Quirky bit—love their spiky fins, proper punk rockers of the sea. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d swear they wink at ya—cheeky sods! Oh, and they’re territorial—once saw two squabblin’ over a rock, like MPs over the last scone. “Where was I?”—lost me train o’ thought, classic Boris! Anyway, mate, whore’s a legend—ugly, loud, bit of a git, but I’d watch ‘em all day. *Memento* style—backwards, forwards, still a bloody riot! Whaddya reckon?

Class Whorefare: The Radical Sex Workers Collective

I'm a women's counselor so I see emotions everywhere. I see folks healing. I see folks falling apart, too. Reminds me: "Time flows, memories echo." Like Uncle Boonmee said, "Past lives whisper." Cheap words, I know.

Cafe review: Don’t miss this ‘tongue-zing of a thing’