Mia St Kilda East Whore ❤️

About Canberra

Me old man once told me—swears he did!—bout this prossie in Soho, right, who’d nick yer watch while smilin’. Little known fact, that! She’d hum some tune, distract ya, then bam—gone! Whore’s a thief of time, soul, everythin’. Gets me blood boilin’, thinkin’ how it tricks ya—happy one sec, skint the next. “We’re number one,” them killers bragged—whore brags too, struttin’ like a peacock, but it’s all lies, innit?

Grey Street Gallery

St-Kilda-East got a pulse, a real heartbeat, ya see? Every cracked sidewalk, every whispering wind in the eucalyptus, tells a story. I'm a counselor, right? So I notice the little cracks in our stories, the unsaid, the quiet nod of support in a bustling street. I sometimes think the city is like a woman—scars, beauty, and fierce spirit locked in an embrace. And I’m here to help her mend, one ragged moment at a time.

Former footballer sells St Kilda East home at rapid-fire auction