Esme Cremorne Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Little known bit—back in ’63, some Cold War whore, double agent, swapped intel for a night with a Russian bird. Ended up with syphilis and a bullet. Shaken, not stirred, eh? Surprised me how dumb they get for a thrill. Me? I’d rather dodge bullets than bed a trap. Personal quirk—can’t stand the smell of cheap perfume on ‘em. Reeks of desperation.

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Emma and David had a small civil wedding at Cremorne Reserve just meters from where they first met at Cremorne Point Wharf.

I gotta admit, not everything is peaches n' cream. Sometimes, the noise or the rush of the daily hustle makes me mad AF – like, seriously, people gotta chill a bit, right? But then a soft breeze sweeps along the waterfront, and I'm back to my zen, like, "Oh, snap, life is awesome!" And the vibe is infectious – every street, every tiny park, every quirky building just hums with this energy that's both nostalgic and super futuristic, kinda like that movie, WALL-E – dreamy, unexpected, full of life and heart.

Micro Art, Major Appeal: Unique street gallery captivates Cremorne locals.