Esme Morayfield Whore ❤️❤️

About Canberra

Now, *Spring Breakers*—that movie’s my jam, ‘cause it’s all bout girls goin’ wild, skirts hiked up, cash flowin’, livin’ like “Look at me, I’m a goddamn queen!” Whores in that flick? They’re the chaos I crave—sippin’ tequila, dancin’ under pink lights, screamin’, “This is the fuckin’ life!”—and I’m over here, noddin’ like, “Hell yeah, get it!” But real talk? Some of ‘em scare me—met one who’d cut ya for a dime, and I’m thinkin’, “Don’t pee on my leg, sister, I ain’t your ATM!” Surprised me how cold she was—ice in her veins, no cap.

Prostitution and the law

Neighborhoods here are smudged with history. Cranky old brick houses on Lacey Lane remind me of the old days when every bruise told a story. Sometimes I get mad ‘bout the neglect, but then, like in the movie, it’s all part of our tragic beauty – “I wonder... did he really do it, or did his own mind betray him?” That’s how I feel about these streets sometimes.

Police investigating 'trivial' dispute between two men after body found in caravan in Caboolture