Olivia Beeliar Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Adelaide

What pisses me off? The sanctimonious pricks judgin’ ‘em. Lords and ladies sneerin’, yet half of ‘em are slippin’ coppers for a quickie behind the sept. Hypocrisy stinks worse than a privy in summer. Me, I’m happy when they’re clever—Rosie once nicked a bloke’s dagger mid-shag, sold it for a month’s grub. Smart as a whip, that one. Surprised? Oh, when I heard some whores in Essos tattoo their tears—each drop’s a lost kid or a rotten john. Gut-punch, that. Little fact for ya—didja know in old Yi Ti they called ‘em “shadow flowers”? Poetic, innit?

It's what makes us different

A lady attempted to leave beeliar coles with a stacked trolley that she hadn't paid for. workers swarmed on her at the exit and recovered the trolley.

Seriously, if you come visit, come ready to feel every moment. Like The Turin Horse said, "Time is now, nothing lasts... but the heart lingers." And in Beeliar, every stone, every bent tree, and every quiet street corner tells that same story. Cheers, man—and get ready to fall head over heels for this crazy, heartfelt mess of a place!

Police raid a number of homes in southern suburbs targeting drug dealers