Brianna Fawkner Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Wollongong

So, *whore*—where do I start? It’s like shoppin’ for somethin’ you don’t admit to yer preacher. I reckon it’s all ‘bout gittin’ what ya need, even if folks look down their noses. Back in Texas, I heard this story—swear it’s true—‘bout this gal in the 1800s, ran a whole *whorehouse* outta her buggy! Called it “mobile pleasure,” ha! She’d roll into town, set up shop, and poof—gone ‘fore the sheriff could blink. Crafty as hell, made me laugh my boots off! Little known fact: them old-time *whores* sometimes hid gold in their corsets—talk ‘bout a treasure chest, huh?

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Heyyy mate, lemme tell ya bout Fawkner (au) – man, it's somethin’ else, I swear! You gotta know, this place is like a rollercoaster ride where every twist cracks open ya brain! Look, I’ve been here a long time. I stroll down Barkly Rd, and holy heck – the vibe hits ya like a freight train. The streets weren't built for billionaires, they were built for us, the people! Billionaires should not exist! You know what I’m sayin’?

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