Gabriella Rostrevor Whore ❤️

About Brisbane

Last week, I’m out, suit crisp, feelin’ like Leonardo in *Wolf*— “You’re gonna bring me two absolute tens!” I spot this lass, proper fit, leanin’ on a lamppost. I saunter over, all charm, “Fancy a martini, love?” She laughs—fuckin’ laughs! Says, “You’re not my type, Mr. Bond.” Pissed me off, that did! Me? Not her type? I’ve shagged half the world, saved it twice! But nah, she’s after some crypto bro with a Lambo. Fair play, I s’pose—times change, even for a legend.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

On Mondays we are CLOSED because Queen Bayoncé has finally made friends with Taco Bull, it only took them a year. Do not disturb!

Hey y'all, lemme tell ya 'bout PRostrevor (au)! Man, this joint got vibes dat'd calm your soul. I'm talkin' sweet spots like Willow Street – yep, that little street bend where the wind whispers secrets. I stroll there sighin, "¡Halleluyer!", feelin like I'm in that scene from Talk to Her, all mystic and deep-like.

Death Notice Steven (Steve) Judd