Sienna Old Harbour Whore ❤️

About Savanna-la-Mar

Oi mate, gather round! Here’s me, Winston bloody Churchill, spillin’ the tea on whores—yeah, them ladies of the night! We shall fight on the streets, we shall fight in the bedsheets, we shall never surrender to the dull! Speakin’ of which, ever seen *The Headless Woman*? Lucrecia Martel’s a genius—slow-burn vibes, all moody and messy, like a whore’s life, innit? That film’s my jam—got this line, “What’s happening to me?”—and I reckon a whore asks that daily, stumblin’ through muck and mystery.

Harbours, Hookers, Heroines, and Women in Masquerade

After that, I finally get to work. We’re diggin’ up some old pavement on Fisherman’s Wharf. You know, the place where all the fish markets are? Smells like a seafood feast. But man, the pavement is tougher than my grandma’s meatloaf. I’m diggin’ and diggin’, and I’m gettin’ mad. Like, why can’t this just be easy?

Old Harbour students get cash, care packages and heath checks