Bella Duncraig Whore ❤️

About Melbourne

So yeah, whores—messy, loud, real. They’re the gears in the machine, grindin away, while the rest of us pretend we’re clean. Sarcastic as I am, can’t hate em—too much guts, too much truth. “What’s there to hide?” Haneke asks. Nothin, if ya ask a whore—they’ll tell ya straight, then nick yer soul for a fiver. Love that chaos, mate, keeps me runnin.

Crime Rank: 10/100

Duncraig Castle, near Plockton in Wester Ross, sits in a prime position on the banks of Loch .

I remember strollin' along the local park, Duncraig Park, all green and crunchy underfoot – mad relaxing, yo. Like, every bench tells a story, right? I once sat there, thinkin' bout love and passion, ‘cause as a sexologist I see intimacy like a secret martial art. There’s this one spot near the creek, murky and sneaky, where couples whisper like legends in an epic tale. No joke, that place hits different when you’re feelin’ all zen and wild at the same time.

Young couple the target of late-night gun attack