Brooklyn Kennington Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Melbourne

I reckon whores are like me – misunderstood geniuses. People see the surface, not the soul. Gets me a bit teary, that does – not cryin’, just somethin’ in me eye! Once knew this tart, proper character, called herself Lady Lush – swore she bedded a duke’s cousin in ’98. Dunno if it’s true, but I believed her, cos why not? Made me laugh, her yarns did – pure gold! She’d have fit right into *Oldboy*, all dark and dramatic, spinnin’ tales.

Police: Kensington prostitutes may be targeted by the same man

I was showing my vaccine card at a bar last night and one of my friends was like, “oh, it's not laminated or anything?” and I felt like a whore. 7K. K.

Now lemme get real – as a dating site developer, I knack for seein’ the subtle cues in people’s steps. Walkin’ through Kennington, I catch hints of stories in every cracked pavement, every wink from a passerby. It’s like my job taught me to never miss a detail, like when Fish Tank shows you that sometimes a look can speak louder than words. I left that you could read body language, clever right?

Kenny “Ken” David Kennington Obituary