Paisley Broughton Whore ❤️

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But gods, the stench sometimes! Sweat, ale, worse—nearly gagged once. Still, I tip ‘em well—coin’s coin, and I ain’t a stingy bastard. Surprised me once, this one gal told me she saved up, bought a wee farm. A whore turned farmer! “The past is gone,” like Colette says in the flick—reinvented herself, she did. Respect, that’s what I felt.

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This spacious ground floor unit is located in central Kedron, close proximity to schools, shops and public transport. Live here and you will love.

First off, I hit up the local café on Chester Road. You know, the one with the weirdly named pastries? I ordered a “Broughton Bun” or whatever. Tasted like a sugar bomb exploded in my mouth. But hey, I was vibin’. The barista, though? Total grump. Like, dude, it’s 8 AM. Smile a bit, will ya?

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