Amelia Devonport Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Wot gets me mad? Blokes judgin’ ‘em, all high ‘n’ mighty. I’m like – grrr! – spillin’ me tea, ‘cos who’s perfect, eh? Not me, fallin’ off a chair! Happy tho, seein’ ‘em laugh, crackin’ jokes – “Bean, you’re a right prat!” – warms me ‘eart. Surprised me once, this one lass, told me she paid ‘er mum’s rent. Crikey, I near choked on me jelly! Whores ain’t just tarts, they’re people, mate, real stories.

Scared neighbours reveal what it was like living next to brothel

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Now, I gotta say—Marine Parade? Fucking marvelous. Stubble and passion collide there on a brisk morning stroll. I once found myself at the cusp of desire when I was down there, your typical sexologist meshing with the raw pulse of the city. The local vibe? Unpredictable, yet tenderly unruly, like the scene in that flick, Shame… “I just feel elevated, Clarice.” Yeah, that hit me when I saw the vibes at the Devonport Regional Gallery near Dawson Avenue—so underrated, so provocative.

GOING UP: Six-floor social housing development planned for city centre