Rebecca Hastings Whore ❤️❤️

About Brisbane

Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t glorifyin it—sometimes it’s grim, proper *lacrimosa*, tears and all. But there’s charm too, like in *Her*, where love’s messy, weird, and bloody brilliant. Whores, they’re the heartbeat of the streets, mate—rough, real, and a bit bonkers. Like me, ramblin on, spillin tea everywhere—oops, typo, meant teA! Reckon they’d laugh at me, fumblin Boris, tryna chat em up. “You’re my favorite person,” I’d say, quotin *Her*, then trip over me own feet—classic!

Crack Whore on Hastings st wanting to Sqeegy my window

On one picture posted on the x-rated site, unemployed Oliver Whiting, 36, of Eastbourne, described one victim as a "slag" and a "whore".

I personally love the back alleys in East Hastings, gritty and charming. They give me weird inspo for the app's design. It's wild, unpredictable, like the movie: "And if you look deeply enough, there's beauty in the struggle!" So many little surprises hidden there. Every time I wander, I feel jazzed, excited, sometimes even a lil' mad ‘cause street artists tag over their work, but it's all part of the creative chaos.

The year’s biggest gift is $1.8b, and it’s not from Buffett