Lucy Gawler Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Melbourne

Whore ain’t just some chick sellin’ skin. Nah, it’s deeper—power, survival, rebellion. Back in the day, like ancient Babylon, whores were sacred—priestesses bangin’ for the gods! Can ya believe that? Blew my mind when I read it. Made me happy—women runnin’ the show, not takin’ crap. But then, patriarchy crashed the party, flipped it, and bam—whore’s a slur. Pissed me off, honestly. Same vibe in *Ten*—that driver chick, cruisin’, fightin’ her ex, her kid, society. “You’re tearing me apart!” she yells. Whore’s like that—torn, judged, still kickin’.

30A Bermuda Avenue, West Lakes Shore SA 5020

I remember one dusk, strollin' down Hill Street, almost bumped into an ex-lover. That kiss? Sweet chaos, like confetti on my lips – mad insane fun. Aren’t ya diggin’ this? So many covert nooks for hearts to sneak secrets and souls to dance with. And yeah, in the Western End, near the old pub on Rothwell Street, there's always chatter 'bout scandalous rendez-vous and every whispered secret sparks a belly laugh.

Truck shouldn’t have been on that narrow road: MP Tony Piccolo