Eliza Singleton Whore ❤️❤️

About Melbourne

Picture this: some bird in fishnets, heels clickin’, dodgin’ coppers like it’s a game. I’ve seen ‘em, skulkin’ in shadows, laughin’ at the prudes. Makes me grin—proper cheeky. Back in the day, whores ran shit! Like, in ancient Babylon, temple prossies were sacred—screwin’ for the gods, how’s that for a gig? Bet they’d smirk at us now, all judgy and posh. “I don’t sell myself,” one told me once—liar, but ballsy! Loved that. Reminds me of *Ten* again—“What’s your price?” she asks. Everyone’s got one, don’t they?

What kind of whisky is Singleton?

Singleton's a real slice of Aussie life's best bits. Our Main Street, dubbed High Street by the locals, buzzes with charm and history. There's old brick shops, quirky cafés, even a little antique shop on King's Lane near the railway. Man, those wares speak!

Wet course, no problems for Ed Garland taking the May Monthly Medal