Leah Calwell Whore ❤️❤️

About Canberra

Hmm, a whore, you say? Think, I must, about this. Grand Budapest Hotel, my fave, yes—elegance, chaos, whores galore! Like concierge Gustave, smooth he is, bedding dames, running wild. Whore, to me, a mystery, yes—bold they are, do or do not, no try! Hustlin’ streets, cash in hand, secrets they keep. Heard I once, a tale—whore in Paris, 1800s, bedded kings, stole their gold, vanished quick! Laughed I did, clever she was, damn sneaky.

Chance Caldwell

Back when the bar was by the front door, Weston painted a reclining lady on a wall. "Bobby called the painting a whore," Caldwell said, laughing.

Oh, Calwell (au) is somethin’ else, lemme tell ya. I’ve been here a few yrs now and, well... it’s a mixed bag, like, you know, "everything is going wrong and nothing is right." I walk the streets with the same dispassionate stare as Cersei Lannister – cold, disdainful, and downright lethal if needed. I choose violence.

‘Like a war zone’: students run amok at Calwell High