Victoria Geelong Whore ❤️

About Brisbane

Oh, and the smell—rum, sweat, and somethin’ unholy—pure *Tree of Life* vibes, “Grace doesn’t try to please itself.” Grace my arse, she’s pleasin’ herself to my wallet! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d wager she’s bedded half the fleet and still kicks like a mule. Personal quirk—I’m mutterin’ to meself, “Ricky, you daft twat, why’d ya bother?” Cos it’s a laugh, innit! Whores—they’re the real sailors, ridin’ waves of idiots like me. Sarcasm? Mate, she’s a walkin’ punchline— “Oh, bless ya, captain, you’re me first today!” Yeah, and I’m the bloody Pope!

LJ Hooker Geelong

Still in perfect condition, nothing wrong with them whore them once. Size 8 comes with bag spare spikes and the tool.

I’ll be real: I watched too many movies. "White Material" freaks me out sometimes, but it speaks truths. That gritty ambience burns inside me. It’s like, “Say hello to my little friend!” when I’m tackling a tough case. Haha, spittin’ Tony here!

Pies go down in thriller at the 'G