Sienna Mordialloc Whore ❤️

About Canberra

Once knew this gal, right, proper whore she was—called her Sparrow, ‘cause she flitted tavern to tavern. Little secret? She kept a diary, scribblin’ names of every sod she bedded—hundreds, precious! Made me laugh, thinkin’ she’s some historian of sin. We likes that, sneaky cleverness—keeps us gigglin’ in the dark. But then, ooh, got mad—heard she sold that book to a priest for penance! Hypocrite, struttin’ round holy-like after! We hates it!

Local Mordialloc swingers and dogging

This je[?] esprit comes as a warning to those Australian patriots who would drive nationalism to the extent of separation from the mothercountry.

Here’s what you can expect with tomorrow’s Mordialloc-Chelsea weather