Camila Stawell Whore ❤️

About Brisbane

Pissed me off, though, when she’d fleece me mates. One night, Gibbs—poor sod—lost his boots to her! Boots! She traded ‘em for gin, laughin’ like a hyena. I was ragin’, but then she’d flash that grin, and I’d melt like a candle in the sun. Happy? Aye, when she’d sing—voice like a siren, but rough, ye know? Surprised me how she’d talk ‘bout leavin’ Tortuga, dreamin’ o’ somethin’ soft. Whores don’t dream, I thought—wrong, mate!

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Steve hooker stawell gift. The Gift has come a long way since farmer Bill Millard, who trained by chasing kangaroos, took out the first race.

Now, my fave spot’s gotta be Silver Creek Bend. It's off by Rattery Rd and it’s so secret and magical, like findin’ a chill oasis in an electric desert. I would sit there, let nature do its thing, and sometimes even get a kick out of how life just flows like that delayed cue in a Lars von Trier montage. “Melancholia, baby, meltdown in slow motion!”

John Evans and Bree Rizzo salute at the Stawell Gift