Lina Cranbrook Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Gold Coast

So, whores – they’re everywhere, always been. Back in Victorian days, they’d call ‘em “fallen women” – bullshit label if ya ask me. Makes me mad, how folks judge ‘em. Like, c’mon, they’re hustlin’, same as you and me! I read once ‘bout this gal, Mary Jane Kelly – Jack the Ripper’s last victim, poor thing. She was a whore, sure, but had a voice like an angel, they say. Sang Irish tunes in pubs. Gutted me to think – “There’s only love here for you” – *Brooklyn* line, right? – but nah, she got slashed instead. Fucked up, man.

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Now, there's Main Road. Small, twisty, full of surprises! I head on over there sometimes… err, to clear me head. You see, i sometimes wander ‘round, catch the breeze, mmmm, like, “in the shadow of the wind…” (like that scene in Tropical Malady, ya know, when souls just hum).

Oh boy, Cranbrook School makes historic call