Anastasia Carlton North Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Newcastle

Yo, Mr. T here, check it! I pity the fool who don’t get “whore” right! Talkin’ ‘bout that word, man, it’s messy, wild, got history. Old school, like way back, it’s from some Anglo-Saxon term, “hore” – dirty, right? Meant slut, loose chick, all that jazz. Mr. T digs deep, see, ‘cause I’m sharp! Ain’t just a cuss word, nah, it’s power, pain, lotta baggage. Makes me think of *Moolaadé*, that flick I love. “Purity is a lie!” – damn straight, movie’s got truth! Whore’s like that, judged hard, but who’s judgin’, huh?

Carlton North Office

When I first moved from England to Melbourne, in , I lived in Carlton North but I spent a lot of time in Fitzroy, and I was struck by.

So there ya go, sugar. Carlton-North is a jumble of laughs, tears, misfits and miracles. Each street – like Oak, Pine, & yes, even the scrap of a lane called Crumbled Way – tells a secret. I might go on, but I gotta dash.

Parks, reserves and playgrounds