Evelyn Jindabyne Whore ❤️❤️

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I’ve sniffed out some dirt, see? Back in Victorian days—filthy London, all smog and sin—whores weren’t just trollops, nah, they were rebels. Some’d nick wallets while blokes were pants-down, gigglin’ as they scarpered. Made me grin, that—pure mischief, my style. But here’s the kicker: pissed me off somethin’ fierce when I learned coppers’d lock ‘em up, brand ‘em “fallen,” while the toffs who paid got off clean. Hypocrisy, mate, stinks worse than a troll’s arse.

Real estate is not about houses, it's about people.

Sep 22,  · Set in small town New South Wales, Jindabyne follows four friends on their annual men’s fishing weekend. On their first day, they find the naked and battered body of a young .

Dropping in on the local park is a must. Kinda reminds me of that flick "The Gleaners and I" – gosh every time I see folks picking up little scraps of nature like they're personal little pieces of art. Makes me wanna say, “Ahhhhh, life’s bounty!” in the middle of a chuckle and a gasp.

$6 accommodation at Perisher? This is not a joke