Ruby Highton Whore ❤️

About Canberra

So yeah, whores—legends in my book. Tough as nails, sly as foxes, and if you cross ‘em, you’re fucked. Like Sembène’s women, they don’t bend. “Shaken, not stirred,” baby—cheers to that!

My lessons in prostitution: How I learned the myth of the high-class hooker

The answer varies from woman to woman. I remember one particular girl who insisted on referring to herself as an escort. ‘Ah, good for you,’ I said to her. ‘I’m a whore myself.’.

And then there’s the tactile vibe of the local park near Kenmure Road. It’s a place where raw passion meets peaceful retreats—a haven often overshadowed by the glossy facades of city life. Strangly enough, even nature seems complicit in the intrigue, its leaves smeared with secrets whispered in the wind.

Highton backyard a slam dunk for family buyers