Savannah Hillcrest Whore ❤️

About Wellington

Lemme tell ya, dese whores got guts. Takes balls to stand dere, freezin’, while drunks holler. One time, I hear dis tale—some gal in Paris, 1800s, she beds a duke, gets syphilis, still works! Dies at 23, but damn, she lived wilder dan me! Dat’s da spirit—whores don’t quit, dey hustle. Makes me mad, tho—why dey gotta? World’s a dump, chews ‘em up, spits ‘em out. “Da beast is loose,” like da movie says, and society’s da beast, ya?

Outcall in the city of Hillcrest

I'm an escort, a call girl, a whore. I just need a friend and good company. Someone to fckk and spend my time with. It gets lonely sometimes and lovvv naughty.

So, I finally get my coffee, and I’m feeling all good, right? I stroll down to the park on Hillcrest Rd. It’s a nice spot, trees everywhere, kids playing, dogs chasing their tails. I sit down, take a sip, and BAM! A frisbee nearly takes my head off. I look up, and it’s a bunch of teenagers laughing their heads off. I mean, come on! I’m just trying to enjoy my drink, not become a target practice for the local youth.

First week of criminal hearing against jumping castle operator at centre of the Hillcrest tragedy in Tasmania concludes