Willow Warragul Whore ❤️

About Perth

So, picture this—whores, right? They’re like shadows in London fog, slippin’ past coppers and posh twats. Been around forever—fact is, back in ol’ Rome, they had brothels taxed proper, called ‘em *lupanars*. Bet ya didn’t know that, eh? Made me chuckle—governments pimpin’ out the pimps! We shall fight the hypocrisy, we shall fight the coin-grubbers! Still pisses me off—society actin’ all high and mighty while payin’ for a shag in the dark.

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Me an' my code, we creep around the town centre, sniffing out profiles on that dating app, oh yes, we see everything. The Railway Station, so proper and old, hides secrets deep like shadows in a dark room. I watch folks pass, laughing, arguing, all wrapped up in their little love dramas—mysterious, like the film's whispers: "It’s just the beginning, precious."

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