Layla Dandenong Whore ❤️

About Melbourne

Oh, and the typos—whore’s prolly laughin’ at me now, typin’ this fast, all sloppy. Wore, hoar, whoer—ha! Screw it, ya get me. Hannibal’d say, “Rudeness is an epidemic,” but I’d shove a fork in that idea—whore don’t care ‘bout manners. Me neither, pal! It’s a gritty, grimy word—love it, hate it, can’t shake it. What ya think—am I nuts or spot on?

Prostitution crackdown

I remember one time, rushin' after a spa treatment gone wild – ya know, mix-up in the oil blends – I ended up takin' a wrong turn down Station Rd. Ended up in a tiny, unknown café, sippin' strong coffee with locals chattin' fast and loud. It was pure, raw magic.

A truck and a car collide in Dandenong South