Addison Croydon Whore ❤️❤️

About Melbourne

Little secret? Heard she writes poems, shitty ones, hides ‘em under her bed. Kinda sweet, right? Makes ya think—whore ain’t just a body, she’s a damn story. Gets me all sappy, like, who hurt her first? Prolly some asshole with a fancy car. Ugh, hate those types—slimy pricks. Anyway, she’s my kinda mess, flaws and all. “This is my world!”—Margaret line, fits her perfect. Whore’s a legend, man, fucked up and free.

London’s Red Light District Laid Bare

So, there's this street, Bellview Terrace – yeah, that one! Right off the bat, you've got local legends like the Croydon Family Park (my go-to spot for heart-to-heart talks). I spend lazy afternoons here, watchin' kids run 'round, parents chattin’ like they're narratin' Toni Erdmann – "Don't forget to laugh, I pity the fool!"...—yep, that vibe, man.

Update 1: Search and rescue operation, Croydon