Lina Caulfield Whore ❤️

About Gold Coast

Ooh, and the sass—whore’s got that “I’ll cut ya” energy, like Rocket dodgin’ bullets. Makes me giggle, thinkin’ how she’d wink at ya, then rob ya blind. My fave? When they own it, struttin’ like, “I’m the king, motherfucker!”—movie vibes, pure gold. Tho, gotta say, the stench of desperation sometimes? Pisses me off—wash up, girl! Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’d tell her to her face, “Own it or ditch it!”

Catcher in the Rye, The

Max Caulfield's phone contacts are sorted in alphabetical order. As new texts come in, the player must check on some certain texts to help progress the story.

Police charge man over suspicious fire at Caulfield Racecourse in Melbourne's south-east