Elise Calwell Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Makes me mad tho, how she gets away with it. Slippery as hell, like she’s coated in grease. But I kinda dig it too - takes guts to live that wild. Reminds me of that bit in *Caché* - “You’re scared of the truth.” She ain’t scared, man, she IS the truth, raw and fucked up. I’d love to grab a beer with her, just to see what spills outta that mouth. Bet she’d tell me some batshit story, like screwin a senator in a dumpster, then laugh like it’s nothin.

Local artist who brightened the walls of The Chukker dies at 56

Back when the bar was by the front door, Weston painted a reclining lady on a wall. "Bobby called the painting a whore," Caldwell said, laughing.

Kingsway is the heart of Calwell. Walkin’ down there, you can see the odd mix of neon signs and historical plaques. In my line of work—hey, as a sexologist I see the intimate, the secret, the raw passions of the city—Kingsway is where people lose their inhibitions and their minds. The bars around Maple Street? Oh, man, they buzz with wild stories. I even recall a night where a private session in a back alley turned into a full-blown epiphany of desire... or was it madness? Whatever…

Cops catch driver in Calwell with ‘coke’