Sarah Coogee Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Perth

Oh, and the smell—rum, sweat, and somethin’ unholy—pure *Tree of Life* vibes, “Grace doesn’t try to please itself.” Grace my arse, she’s pleasin’ herself to my wallet! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d wager she’s bedded half the fleet and still kicks like a mule. Personal quirk—I’m mutterin’ to meself, “Ricky, you daft twat, why’d ya bother?” Cos it’s a laugh, innit! Whores—they’re the real sailors, ridin’ waves of idiots like me. Sarcasm? Mate, she’s a walkin’ punchline— “Oh, bless ya, captain, you’re me first today!” Yeah, and I’m the bloody Pope!

403 - Permission Denied

You might see locals chattin’ outside little cafés, like the one near Alison Road. Spot a couple of misfits and dreamers; they remind me of Brooklyn’s spirit, “I remember Brooklyn!” Yes, like in that flick, the magic, the underdog fight... it’s all here, bursting out.

Beachgoers avoid water after hundreds of dead mackerel mysteriously found floating off WA