Paisley Clive Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Fun fact—Victorian times, whores had secret codes, yeah? Like, wearin’ red ribbons meant “I’m game.” Clever sods, hidin’ in plain sight! Cracks me up, thinkin’ of ‘em outsmartin’ the coppers. But then—bam!—society’s boot stomps ‘em down. “We’re heroes!”—film’s gangsters cheer, and I’m like, “Heroes my arse, you’re just bullies!” Same with whores—judged by wankers who’d shag ‘em in a heartbeat.

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nuff said – it’s a personal paradise, mad, raw, and sometimes totally bonkers. Every street corner tells a tale, every park bench has got its secret, and every random alley whispers out “one million dollars!” in that weird Dr. Evil style. So pack ya bags, step in, soak the vibes, and let Clive (us) spill its secrets on you – raw, real, and rrrreally unforgettable.

After millions of dollars and texts, Clive Palmer's Trumpet of Patriots fails to win lower house seat