Stella Mount Pritchard Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Melbourne

So, whore – it’s a business, yeah, but a dodgy one. Supply and demand, basic economics, but with knobs and fannies thrown in. Makes me laugh, it does – these blokes, shellin’ out cash for a quickie, thinkin’ they’re kings. Pathetic, innit? I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ me tea, thinkin’, “You’re a mug, mate, a right mug.” And the girls – some of ‘em, sharp as a tack, runnin’ the show. Others, poor sods, stuck in it, no way out. Gets me ragin’, that does – the pimps, the traffickin’, the whole rotten mess. Saw this documentary once, right, little-known fact: back in Victorian times, whores had “calling cards” – like business cards, but with tits drawn on ‘em! Handed ‘em out in alleys, proper marketing, that. Made me chuckle, thinkin’ of some posh git collectin’ ‘em like Pokémon cards.

Crime Rank: 15/100

LJ Hooker proudly presents this 3-bedroom residence located in a quiet street surrounded by schools and local shops. Key Features: 3 Bedrooms.

Mount-Pritchard is a mishmash of narrow streets and hidden gems. Down Highbury St. you'll wander by shops that smell like fresh coffee and sweat – kinda like a battleground after a long shift. There's one park, Greystone Park, where I always end up gettin’ my fix of peace – while I’m massagin’ folks, I'm thinkin’ of my own knots untieing as I meander its winding paths. Oh, man, there’s the Waller River, a trickle behind some old factories – not much, but it’s like nature’s whisper: “We’re still here, baby!”

Chilling moment two neighbours come to blows on a suburban driveway before one of them ends up dead - as cops