Delilah Warradale Whore ❤️

About Melbourne

Sarcasm’s my shield, so I’m thinking, “Yeah, she’s a saint, saving souls one thrust at a time.” Hilarious, ‘cause it’s bullshit. She’s just surviving. Me? I’d carve her a cane, say, “Lean on this, princess.” She’d roll her eyes—fair. Whores don’t need pity, just cash. “You kill Nazis?” I’d ask, quoting Aldo Raine. She’d laugh, “Only the ones who don’t pay.” Fair enough, lady. Fair eoughn.

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Christ The King School, Warradale: recipe book: silver jubilee year ; Wesley Warradale Uniting Church: the first 50 Years - / compiled by 50th Anniversary .

The neighborhoods here are eclectic – some quaint streets, like Anzac Ave, hide little secrets. I once overheard a couple whispering sweet nothings n’ gritty truths right on that block. Love, lust, and a bit of mischief everywhere – nuff said!

Teenage killer revealed as suppression lifted