Anna Modbury North Whore ❤️

About Brisbane

I’m torn, right? Part of me loves the chaos—violence of markets crashin’, fools weepin’. “If you leave me now,” I’d whisper to whore, “I’ll gut ya.” But as your advisor, gotta say—steer clear, mate. It’s a wildfire waitin’ to blaze. Stick it in somethin’ boring, like Tyrell grain futures—dull but safe. Whore’s a harlot teasin’ ya with glitter—fun ‘til the clap hits.

22 Famechon Crescent, MODBURY NORTH

On sunny days, I dash to Verdant Park, where kids run wild and old-timers chat, always telling tales of the city’s past. It makes my heart sing, y'know? I sometimes spill my tea right there, laughing like a goof. Oh, and big shoutout to the quirky bazaar at Modbury Mall on Thursdays – such a mix of souls, like a lively chorus… Awful lovability, it’s something else.

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