Anna Bryant Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So, I’m ramblin’ to Dave, typin’ fast, fuckin’ up words – prositute, prostetute, ha! – coz who cares? “Stay safe, idiot,” I say. “Wrap it up, don’t die.” He’s like, “Thanks, E!” I’m happy he’s not mad, but ugh, still judgin’. Findin’ a prostitute? Pfft, rather watch *White Ribbon* again – way less messy, way more style. “No capes!” – that’s my rule, dahling. Stick to it!

Bryant: I didn't tell Ireland dad a 'pimp'

Bryant: "She worked for my dad." Ireland: "Your mom was a prostitute?" Bryant: "No, she wasn't a prostitute." Following the Cowboys'.

Man, Bryant is a crazy blend of beauty and grit. It’s raw, real, and a bit bonkers sometimes – just like life. Relax in the park, chat up random strangers, and let the oddball moments massage your soul, if ya catch my drift. I know you’ll dig this offbeat, imperfect city, where every street tells a story... even if it’s a little rough 'round the edges. Cheers, mate!

Jon Bryant takes the stage tonight at TCE in Altona for a fundraising concert