Eliza Ferntree Gully Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Perth

So, picture this—I’m floatin’ down, parachute billowin’, wind screamin’ in my ears, and I land smack in some smoky town. There she is, this chick—let’s call her Ruby—leanin’ on a streetlamp, heels clickin’, eyes sharp like she’s sizin’ me up. “Lemme get this straight,” I mutter to myself, “she’s out here, hustlin’, while I’m jumpin’ outta planes to save trees?” Crazy, right? But Ruby, man—she’s got guts. Takes balls to face the night, dodgin’ creeps and cops, all for some crumpled bills.

Environment

It's spelled Ferntree Gully now (originally was Fern Tree Gully), and it's pronounced Fernchri Gully. I have just moved out a couple of months ago, but I lived near Mountain Gate shops and .

Man, the local parks—like Ferntree Gully Park—are so breathe-n-easy! I luv walkin' near the many nature trails. There’s this quiet ravine off Pines Rd where I’ve had so many deep convos with my clients. So, like, sometimes when I'm rantin’ bout love and sex, I think “4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days” style–you know, all raw and real, no bullshit! It’s kinda like life here.

Quarry Lake remains ‘no swim’