Emilia Tingalpa Whore ❤️

About Melbourne

Alright, monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” I’m Dexter, sittin here thinkin bout whores—yeah, that kinda whore. Been diggin into this as a Resnik, y’know, analyzin shit, profilin people. Whore’s a word that’s all messy, tangled up—like life in *Boyhood*. “Time just kinda happens,” Linklater says, and whores? They just happen too. Been around forever, oldest job, right? Betcha didn’t know ancient Babylon had temple whores—sacred ones! Fuckin wild, huh? Priests pimpin em out for gods. Makes me laugh, religion’s so hypocritical sometimes.

38 Laguna Circuit, TINGALPA

Nestled atop a serene hill, this charming 2-bedroom, 1-bathroom retreat boasts views of the city skyline, offering a tranquil escape from the hustle and bustle.

The neighborhood feels warm, kinda like your fave quirky dating app profile that’s too real. You got your leafy bits at East Tingalpa Reserve, a park where locals chill, walk their dogs, and sometimes even practice yoga (real zen, people!). And there’s that quirky café on Maple Avenue – oh god, don’t get me started on their avocado toast; it's epic. (Also, they make a coffee that makes you wanna say, “God, if this is what heaven’s like, I’m in!”)

Fatal traffic crash, Tingalpa