Zoe Randwick Prostitute ❤️

About Sydney

Hmmmm, prostitute, you ask about? Dark, twisted life it is. Like *Melancholia*, y’know—doom creeps in slow. “Do or do not, there is no try,” I say, watching her strut. Streets she owns, head high, heels clickin’. Sad it makes me, but damn, respect too! Saw this gal once—Lola, they called her—worked corners near Mos Eisley, ha! Not really, but feels like it—grimy, lost. “The end is near,” she’d mutter, like Justine in the flick. World’s end she meant? Or hers? Dunno.

Rest In Comfort

Walker was charged and he went to ground after the shooting, but he made the mistake of hiding out at the Randwick house of the prostitute Smith had assaulted. [18] On the evening of the .

Princes Fields Park is like my therapy room. We women get deep here. I sit, think about life, therapy-like. It’s chill. Sometimes I get mad when peeps yell too loud. Eat my shorts, I’m not a mindless robot! I know what a safe space means. And oh, the grass there – so soft and green, like movie magic!

Nic Ashman’s weekend selections - Flemington, Morphettville & Randwick