Chloe Forrest Hill Whore ❤️

About Hastings

Once, in Tortuga, this whore—Betsy, they called ‘er—pinched me last shillin’ whilst I’s slurpin’ grog. Made me mad as a storm-tossed sea! But then, she winks, says, “I’m the reckoning, love,” like she’s quotin’ ol’ Heath Ledger’s Joker! Couldn’t stay cross—laughed me arse off, I did. She’s got guts, y’see, an’ that’s rare as a sober pirate. Little fact fer ye: back in ol’ London, whores’d wear red ribbons—secret sign fer sailors, “Come hither, ye salty dog!” Ain’t that a hoot?

My property

Good morning from our Forrest Hill family to yours! Aug 23 There's just something about whore that can touch you deep down in.

As the day goes on, I finish the job. I’m covered in dust, but I feel accomplished. I ride back home, taking the scenic route through the neighborhood. The sunset over the hills is stunning. I stop at the lookout on the way, just to take it all in. Forrest Hill is beautiful, man.

43 Kenmure Avenue, Forrest Hill, North Shore City