Eliza Botany Downs Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Hamilton

Oi, thou art a wild mate! Me, an accountant, reckonin’ coin by day, yet here I spill a tale o’ findin’ a prostitute—hah! Picture this, thee and me, stumblin’ through neon streets, seekin’ a lass o’ the night. “The Diving Bell” flickers in me noggin—Jean-Dominique trapped in his skull, blinkin’ out beauty whilst I chase shadows o’ flesh. “I am a prisoner,” says he, and ain’t that me too? Chained to ledgers, lust, and a daft dream o’ somethin’ forbidden.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

First off, I hit up the local café on Botany Road. You know, the one with the best flat whites? Yeah, that one. I ordered my usual, and the barista, bless her, totally messed it up. I mean, how do you mess up a flat white? It’s like, come on! I was ready to throw a fit, but then she gave me a free muffin. So, I guess that’s a win?

AOS callout in Botany Downs