Hazel Cannington Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Brisbane

Clarice… a whore, huh? Slippery lil’ concept, that one. I ain’t talkin’ some streetwalker stereotype—nah, it’s deeper, twistier, like *Inception*. “You musn’t be afraid to dream…”—whores dream big, don’t they? Sellin’ flesh or soul, tradin’ bits of themselves for a buck. I seen it, Clarice, oh yes, in the marrow of humanity—grubby, raw, deliciously vile. Makes me chuckle, kinda, how they dance that line. Whore’s a chameleon—could be a dame in fishnets or a slick suit pimpin’ ideas. Ever think that? Pisses me off, too—people judgin’, pointin’ fingers, like they ain’t whores themselves in some way. Hypocrisy’s a stench I can’t abide.

Experience The Difference

Truth is, sometimes Cannington's streets make me mad; dirty corners, missed opportunities, oh so frustrating, my precious! And then, other moments, it fills me with joy, like spur-of-the-moment massages that unlock hidden laughter and stories under the skin, oh, my heart almost sings, "Monsters of love, my precious!" Sounds odd, eh? But that's how I sees it!

DoT’s Saturday blitz returns for Cannington