Everly Beecroft Whore ❤️

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Oi mate, so "whore" eh? What a bloody gig! Been around forever, hasn’t it? Oldest job goin’, swear down. Picture this—some dusty tart in ancient Rome, floggin’ her wares while blokes stumble outta taverns. Makes me cackle, it does! Like, you’re tellin’ me this is *still* a thing? Saw it comin’ a mile off—like in *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon*, “I’ve seen my share of misery!”—and whores? They’ve seen it all, mate.

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You know, as a relaxation specialist, I see the vibe, the energy – it's surreal. I often wander the leafy lanes in the Chermside neighborhood, soak up the nature. Real nature, not that fake stuff in the city. I remember one time, walking past the old library on Main Rd, and I got such a rush – like a scene from Syndromes and a Century, you know? “Many secrets hide within the silence.” Crazy, right?!

Glorious gold for Beecroft at Paris Games