Stella Preston Whore ❤️❤️

About Adelaide

We swears! Whore’s a sneaky bastard, innit? Slippery lil’ thing, like them killers in *The Act of Killing*. “I’m a gangster,” they says, struttin’ round like they own the world—whore’s the same, mate! Slinks into yer life, all tarted up, promisin’ sweet nothins. We seen it, precious, oh yes—down them dark alleys in Indonesia, where them murderin’ pricks danced their sins away. Whore’s got that vibe—dancin’ on yer wallet, laughin’ in yer face.

Come back when you're older

So, hit up Bell Street, right near Preston Market, where the city just pulses with quirky energy. Yo, I strolled along here when the Merri Creek was roaring—a proper vibe center. That creek, man, it's like a twisted spine through the city, twisting and turning, just like some erratic dream.

The mailman: The job helping Preston deliver for the Bulldogs