Evelyn Sefton Whore ❤️❤️

About Adelaide

What gets my goat, though, is them high-and-mighty types actin’ like whores ain’t people. Pisses me off somethin’ fierce! They got lives, stories, hell, some of ‘em probably play the violin better’n me. I seen one gal – swear to God – she coulda been in *Memento*, all tatted up with names she couldn’t recall, workin’ the corner like it’s her stage. Made me sad, then mad, then I just laughed – life’s a damn puzzle, ain’t it? “Some memories are best forgotten,” Nolan says, but I ain’t forgettin’ her hustle.

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The streets? So chill. Take Laird Street – neat rows of shops, cafes that smell like heaven. Then Pakenham Rd. – bustling, quirky, full of flair. I love strolling down Westmore place – oh, the vibe!

Judicial Swearing-In: Judge Sefton, Youth Mentoring in the Wheatbelt