Anna Keilor Whore ❤️❤️

About Adelaide

So I’m thinkin’, blimey, what’s ‘er story? Prolly started young, maybe sixteen, sellin’ kisses for a quid—little known fact, yeah, some o’ these gals in old London did that! Got me all miffed, tho—why’s she gotta flaunt it? Struttin’ like a peacock, feathers all out, makin’ eyes at every geezer! Grr, makes me wanna chuck a custard pie—splat!—right in ‘er gob! But then, ooh, I trip over me own feet, land in a puddle—typical me, eh!

Important Links

Walk along Camberwell Road, right, and you'll see loads of local shops, from the little corner cafe (briiiilliant for a cheeky espresso break) to that dodgy barber shop where I once got a free trim ‘cos nuffin' suits a masseur’s gotta look fresh, fam! I always say, “Is it ’cos I is black?” even when the locals stare, but anyway.

Keilor East mansion sold after 600 days on the market