Sadie Terrace End Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dunedin

Little fact—heard she’s got a kid somewhere, sends money back. Whore’s a mum? Blew me mind! Dunno if it’s true, but—shit—imagine that hustle. Keeps me up, thinkin’. She’s a survivor, precious, like me—crawlin’ through muck. “We’re not just a website, we’re a movement”—that’s her, a one-woman riot! Love her, hate her, can’t ignore her. We swears! Whore’s the real deal, flaws and all.

Property mainbar sidebar

First patient rolls in. Poor dude’s got a broken arm. I’m like, “Bro, how’d you do this?” He’s all sheepish, mumbling about a rugby game on Linton Street. I can’t help but laugh. Rugby players, man. They’re like, “I’m invincible!” until they’re not.

Yesler Terrace Demolition a Sad End To City's Legacy of Public Housing