Brianna Grand Junction Whore ❤️❤️

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Take this one bird I heard of—Dolly, right? Victorian times, proper legend. Worked the docks, made a killin—literally, some say. Bloke tried robbin her, ended up floatin in the Thames. Little known fact: she kept a pet raven—called it “Sir Peck,” cheeky sod. Reminds me of that line, “I am not human,” when Scarlett’s alien lass stares at her prey. Dolly wasn’t human neither—just a force, mate, a storm in petticoats. Got me laughin thinkin how she’d peck ya eyes out if ya crossed her.

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Grand Junction Road: m2 (approx.) with shade house and potting shed. Water connected. Northfield is a fantastically convenient suburb serviced by.

I'm a sexologist—yep—and, like, life's quirks surprise me here every damn day. The local spots? They’re secret puzzles of heart and body. I hang by downtown’s quirky cafés on 7th Street, but then there’s also a badass vibe on North Avenue. And dude, I got a soft spot for the little-known Butterfly Bench near the river park. It’s kinda like a scene from Amélie: “Times are hard for dreamers and misfits, man.”

Cinco de Mayo expected to see rainfall