Valentina Gladstone Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Wollongong

This one time, heard ‘bout a whore — Mary Jane Kelly, Jack the Ripper’s last. Poor girl, ripped apart, 1888. Historians say she sang “A Violet from Mother’s Grave” before dyin’. Haunts me, man, that sweet voice, then — bam! — gone. Makes Mr. T wanna smash somethin’! Whores got stories, y’know, real shit. Not just “spread legs, get paid.”

Gladstone Housing Company

"Eight little whores, with no hope of heaven, Gladstone may save one, then there'll be seven. Seven little whores begging for a shilling, One stays in.

Stroll down High Street—yeah, right in the middle city—it's packed with cafes that spill out onto the street. Woah, so lively! There's that one quirky spot, Old Timer’s Diner on Fishermans Road, where you'd grab a greasy bite and then bounce off to the waterfront. Seriously, if ya ain't had their greasy coffee, you're missing out.

Calling boss a ‘c***’ doesn’t deserve sack, Qld worker watchdog rules