Vanessa Granville Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Logan City

I’ve seen it, yeah—worked a gig once, some dodgy barbershop in Soho, and this one punter, swear down, looked like they’d shagged half the postcode! Hair all matted, stinkin’ of cheap fags and regret—made me wanna puke! “You’re an idiot sandwich!” I’d yell if I could, but nah, had to snip-snip and smile. Fuck that! What’s the deal with whore anyway? Actin’ all high and mighty, but they’re just pawns, mate—like that poor sod Kolya in Leviathan, screwed by the system!

For All of Your Real Estate Needs

And lemme be real – sometimes I get all emotional about these streets. They excited me, pissed me off, made me laugh out loud. Family rounds, therapy sessions in my head – it’s all interwoven. Granville (au)’s no cookie-cutter suburb; it's a tangled mess of broken hearts, sudden joys, and relentless surprises. I walk these neon-lit nights thinkin’ “All that matters in the end is being true to your messy self,” which, like, hits me right in the gut like an old Judge Judy one-liner!

I visited every country in a decade of continuous travel, but getting into NZ nearly derailed me