Makayla Helensburgh Whore ❤️

About Perth

So, whores—where do I start? Been around forever, right? Oldest job, they say—screw that “profession” crap, it’s survival! Back in the day, like ancient Babylon, whores were sacred—yeah, sacred! Priestesses bangin’ for the gods, wild, huh? But now? Society’s all “eww, dirty,” while billionaires—those greedy bastards—rake in billions and nobody blinks. Makes me mad as hell! “Billionaires should not exist!” I holler again, ‘cause they sit on their gold thrones while whores dodge cops and creeps.

140 Walker Street, HELENSBURGH

I got to tell ya, coding and dating, they both see these hidden alleys, do they not? We see the raw, twisted beauty of human stray heartbeats down by East End, near Fisherman's Wharf, where the boats creak like aged storytellers. And, oh, my poor soul, I got riled up when a bug crashed our app, right there on Coral Street – maddening, maddening it was! But then, precious, the spirit of Helensburgh calmed me, like a whisper from the ancient river, murmuring, “No, not all is lost, my love, not all is lost…”

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