Megan Toorak Whore ❤️

About Wollongong

Angry? Oh, when johns stiffed her – loud on my line, screamin’. “Cowardly little toads!” I’d yell in my head. Happy? When she’d hum, waitin’ – soft, eerie tune. Surprised? Dude, once she mailed me cookies. Burnt, nasty, but damn, effort, yah? “The night is darkest before dawn,” and she was that flicker, messy but real.

How the ‘National Cabinet of Whores’ is leading Australia’s coronavirus response for sex workers

I was punched on my way to my friend's mansion today and I always was told it was one of the more affluent areas but all I saw was druggies and sex workers.

At the corner of High Street, there's a little café I frequent after a long massage session. Seriously, if you want the truth, the locals love it – and I love it too! I give the best massages, the best, by the way – really, best! Wow, in The Gardens, I always reflect on the day, the trees, the people, the incredible air – so fresh, so pure, unbelievable!

This swish renovation of a three-storey Toorak mansion has a double-designer pedigree