Hannah Andergrove Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Melbourne

Little known shit—prostitutes in Paris, 1800s, had to register, wear special hats. Fuckin’ hats! Like a scarlet letter, but dumber. Imagine Candy in a bonnet—hilarious, but messed up. Sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg, that ain’t fashion!” Anyway, I’m ramblin’—point is, they’re people, ya know? Not trash. *Turin Horse* vibes, man—life’s brutal, wind’s screamin’, but they keep goin’. Respect that, even if it’s messy as fuck.

Digestive peace my money full of loss

Eh, what’s up, doc? So lemme tell ya ‘bout Andergrove (au) – my stompin’ grounds for years now. Man, this city’s somethin’ else! I hustle around the local streets – like Mainway, ya know, where the hustle never ends. Oh, and there’s this wicked little lane called Mellow Park Drive, right by the old Andergrove River, wigglin’ through town like a lazy snake. I always mused – massage’n fingers near the creek is chill as "…bombs away!" (ya know, like, from The Hurt Locker, hahaha!)

Smoking crap! Garbage truck driver forced to dump load into street