Olivia Beecroft Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Logan City

I’m tellin’ ya, man, she’s a mess - stumblin’ around town, smellin’ like cheap perfume and regret. Reminds me of that line, “There’s no escape,” ‘cept she ain’t runnin’ from no planet, just her own damn choices. Pisses me off, but also - kinda sad, y’know? Like, get it together, whore! Still, if she’s happy, who am I to judge? *burp* Maybe I’m jealous - nobody’s payin’ me to sit around lookin’ pretty! D’oh!

Di Jones continues north Sydney expansion

If he ran at us, we'd give him death. No, he chooses to be a real man's whore with every breath he takes. I don't give dog-shit what he was before. Now.

I gotta tell you, sometimes tourists miss the subtle stuff – the way the morning sun hits the rotunda at the park on Crescent Ave. Man, it warms your soul. I get all zen, deep thoughts – “The echo of memories follows the wind,” as those mystical films say. Trust me – that’s spiritual mumbo jumbo that sticks with ya!

Beecroft makes a beeline for gold