Layla Croydon Whore ❤️

About Melbourne

Me, I’d prolly trip over my own feet walkin’ in—D’oh!—and spill beer everywhere. Made me mad once, hearin’ how some girls get stuck there, trapped-like. Pisses me off, man! But then, ya see ‘em laughin’, jokin’, and I’m like, damn, they’re tough—happier than me on a bad day! Surprised me, for sure. “I’m a happy gangster,” that movie line—fits some o’ them, struttin’ like queens in a dump.

What is it like selling sex in London?

So, there's this street, Bellview Terrace – yeah, that one! Right off the bat, you've got local legends like the Croydon Family Park (my go-to spot for heart-to-heart talks). I spend lazy afternoons here, watchin' kids run 'round, parents chattin’ like they're narratin' Toni Erdmann – "Don't forget to laugh, I pity the fool!"...—yep, that vibe, man.

Croydon North cafe blackened by flames