Ruby Hawthorn South Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Newcastle

Oh, and get this—some punters leave gifts, not just cash. One bird got a bleedin teapot once— a teapot! What’s she gonna do, brew up mid-shift? Cracked me up, that did. Sarcasm aside, I reckon they’re crafty—gotta be, right? Hustlin ain’t for the faint. “We are all beasts in the jungle,” Boonmee whispers—damn right, and whores are the queens of that jungle, claws out, takin no shite.

17 Hawthorn Avenue, MORNINGTON

Hawthorn South, Australia, is a suburb that brims with history and charm, and its urbex spots are a testament to that. From the crumbling remnants of abandoned buildings to the vibrant street .

The neighborhood vibes? Mad mixed emotions, man. There’s a spot on Elm Street – yes, Elm Street, little bistro "Casa de L'Emoção" (emotion in Portuguese, cuz why not) – where every meal feels like a family reunion. I’ve seen countless encounters, fights, hugs, and laughs. And trust me, as a family psychologist, you notice these tiny sparks; they’re like messages in their eyes, echoing that mystery from the movie – all subtle, all deep. Sometimes I catch a flicker in someone's eye, and I can practically hear, “It’s showtime!”

Train line reopened after incident