Sophie Tarneit Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Gold Coast

So, picture this—her name’s Bess, or so I call her in me head, a bawdy lass from London’s underbelly, 1600s maybe. She’s no prim rose, nah, but a wild weed, bloomin’ where she oughtn’t. Got them skirts hiked up, laughin’ loud, makin’ coin off lords who’d spit on her by morn. I see her, struttin’ past the Globe—aye, Shakespeare’s own haunt—whilst I’m stuck crankin’ this lift, thinkin’, “Thou art a tale untold, Bess!” She’s got eyes like stormy seas, drownin’ fools who stare too long. “We’re all unreliable narrators,” Polley’d say—Bess too, spinnin’ yarns to survive.

My Whereis

Servicing Werribee, Werribee South, Hoppers Crossing, Tarneit, Truganina and surrounds and with a well-deserved reputation as market experts, the team of.

I get mad sometimes. So many people whine about missing green space. Meanwhile, they miss the funky vibe of dusk falling over Tarneit. The neon glows on those back alleys are insane, weird, like a David Lynch dream sequence, no?

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