Sophie Woree Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Melbourne

Here’s the deal… *Tree of Life* taught me—look deeper. “There’s the way of grace,” it says. Betty had that, y’know? Folks’d sneer, but she’d laugh—loud, free. Once heard she saved a stray mutt—fed it scraps from her tips. Little stuff like that—warms ya heart. Whore? Man, screw that label! She was a fighter, a damn good mom—period.

Word History

Did you mean wore (simple past of "to wear")? Last Sunday I whore a beautiful dress. Tim whore a sweatshirt yesterday. You are a whore, a liar and a thief. I whore .

Okay, so my spa is on Coral Lane near the old dock at Seaside Quay. Phresh vibes all over! I see all kinds of folks gettin’ their zen on in our tiny paradise. Streets here are quirky, like Lime Street – man, you gotta check out its mosaic pavement. I once spilled lavender oil on Lime Street (oops!) but it turned into a lil’ spa art day!

Dance expansion into new Woree sports precinct