Ava Melbourne Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Quirky shit? She’d hum showtunes—badly—while waitin’ for clients. Once belted “Cabaret” so loud, a cop rolled up, thought she was drunk. Nope, just a whore with pipes! Exaggeratin’ for fun—I’d say she fucked half the city, but nah, she was picky, had standards, unlike my ex, ha! Dr. Evil, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” seein’ her dodge creeps like a ninja—that’s the real story. Whore ain’t just a word, it’s survival, sass, and a middle finger to the world. Love that messy bitch, still do.

Melbourne Brothel-Masquerades

whore jokes about myself and my sex worker friends, but if someone else said that I was a whore to my face and didn't apologise when called.

Oh precious, let’s not forget the parks! Carlton Gardens, such ancient trees, whispering like old hobbitses, they do, precious, reminding me of bygone days. And Royal Botanic Gardens? A maze of living wonders, tiny pathways that lead to secret nooks for a quiet nap, yes, yes, perfect relaxation!

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