Penelope Leichhardt Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Newcastle

Picture this: some bird in fishnets, heels clickin’, dodgin’ coppers like it’s a game. I’ve seen ‘em, skulkin’ in shadows, laughin’ at the prudes. Makes me grin—proper cheeky. Back in the day, whores ran shit! Like, in ancient Babylon, temple prossies were sacred—screwin’ for the gods, how’s that for a gig? Bet they’d smirk at us now, all judgy and posh. “I don’t sell myself,” one told me once—liar, but ballsy! Loved that. Reminds me of *Ten* again—“What’s your price?” she asks. Everyone’s got one, don’t they?

Leichhardt’s disappearance

I ain't kidding – sometimes I get mad at the noise on Norton Street; too many blaring tunes. But then I remember the clip from Inside Out: "C’mon Joy, make it work!" and my mood flips. Man, each day is a rollercoaster of f*ck-ups and epic wins.

Labor and Liberal parties fight for seat of Leichhardt in Cairns