Amelia Marsden Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Perth

Now, here’s a tidbit ye won’t find in no logbook—whores like her, they’d smuggle more’n just their charms. Ruby once hid a map in her corset, stitched it right in! Some Spanish git’s treasure, lost to the deep. She’d wink, sayin’, “I’m the treasure, love.” Cheeky minx! Got me wonderin’—was she the loot or the trap? “Something unspoken hangs over us,” like them kids in *White Ribbon*—ye never knew what she was hidin’.

James Marsden And Lisa Linde Grew Apart

I’m always pooting around the Marsden River—they call it Lively Creek. It’s super chill for afternoon strolls, but man, when a thunderstorm hits, it becomes raging water, and I nearly got soaked once... ugh, so mad! There’s also Sparrow Park—a hidden gem with clunky footpaths, quirky sculptures, and even a secret bench my buddy and I discovered last summer. Nothin’ fancy but so much heart, ya feel me?

Tributes flow for John Marsden