Camila Springvale Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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I’m buzzin tho, cos she’s got this spark – “grace doesn’t try to please itself,” like in the film. She’s not arsed bout judgy pricks, just doin her ting. Met this one tart once, swear she had a punter who paid in sausages. Actual sausages! Reckon she grilled em up after – proper Brent-style innovation, that. “Let’s make it happen, team!” I’d say, if I were her pimp. Cringe, I know, but I’d be all over it.

Sara Silver

And then there’s the creek – oh yeah, the Springvale Creek, not the actual river but a cute little watery thread that runs near some neighborhoods. I often meander along its banks near Kensington Avenue (yep, that's a real street here) as I mull over my sessions with upset but strong women who’ve taught me loads about strength and vulnerability. Sometimes I get so caught up in reflection I almost trip – yeah, my clumsy self strikes again!

Springvale Central’s new councillor decided