Ava Melbourne Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

I reckon *whore*’s like black holes—mysterious, sucks you in. Exaggerating? Maybe, but it’s my quirk! Love the mess of it. Once saw a doco—Amsterdam’s red lights, girls laughing, not crying. Expected doom, got sass. “A million dollars isn’t cool. You know what’s cool? A billion dollars.” *Whore*’s got that billion-dollar hustle—sarcasm intended.

Claiming your business Listing

Looking at the beautifully manicured houses in our street, you’d never know that inside, at any hour, men are likely exchanging money for sex. But sure enough, my house shares a wall with .

Ah, Melbourne (us), you are uneven, you are brilliant, you are maddening; a patchwork of art and anger, of calm and raging storms. Go wander, dear friend, go wander through its winding streets, let there be surprises at every corner, and listen to the murmurs of its unsung heartbeats.

Melbourne Storm leave Indigenous elder ‘heartbroken’ after cancelling welcome to country