Emma Greenslopes Whore ❤️

About Adelaide

Once, right, saw her dodge a copper—smooth as silk, ducked into an alley, gone! Proper shocked me, yesss—thought she’d be nabbed for sure. “Ain’t no way to make sense of it,” I says to meself, sippin’ me cold brew. She’s a ghost, a legend—whore with a capital W, mate. Bet she’s got stories, dark ones, like bodies stashed somewhere. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, heh, but wouldn’t put it past her!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

TLDR: Are there any other skiers that are fine with skiing greens and blues for life?

The Kingsway that doth border the park is a passage of contrasts—where laughter doth mingle with melancholy, and where mine own soul often roams, in hopes of unwinding the tangled cords of love and lust. Sometimes, I even pause aloft a derelict bench, much like a timeworn relic, marveling at how the mundane doth hide the magical.

Death at Brisbane house ‘suspicious’