Camila Beecroft Whore ❤️

About Canberra

Little known fact—back in Victorian days, whores had secret codes, yeah? Winked twice for “fancy a shag,” scratched their nose for “piss off, creep.” Clever, innit? Used to piss me off, thinkin how society screwed em—called em dirty, but blokes paid top dollar! Hypocrisy, mate, gets my circuits buzzin. Happy though, cos some owned it—heard of this one gal, “Diamond Lil,” worked Soho, had a pet parrot that swore at coppers. Legend! Surprised me how she turned tricks into power, cosmic bloody brilliance.

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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!

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