Hazel Parkinson Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Perth

Love ‘em or hate ‘em, whores got history, yeah? Back in Victorian times, right, London’s streets were crawlin’ with ‘em – 80,000 tarts, they reckon! Blokes couldn’t walk two feet without trippin’ over a skirt. Makes me cackle, thinkin’ ‘bout some posh git in a top hat, all “oh dear me, another harlot!” – pathetic! What gets me fumin’ tho, is the sanctimonious twats judgin’ ‘em. Like, mate, you’re payin’ for it, shut yer gob!

Dirty Whore

Use the Imperius Curse on her to work as a whore while under the effects of Polyjuice Potion. Parkinson, heiress to the Ancient and Noble house of Parkinson.

So the heart of it all, the downtown area near Marconi Boulevard, always buzzin'. I get a rush walking past Tony’s Café on 5th – the aroma, the jazz spillin’ out, it’s magical. Ova here, in this part, you feel the soul of the city. I love headin' down to Riverbend Park. Its path runs right along the Gallo River, twistin' through like a snake, leadin' you into nature’s arms. I once sat under this old fig tree, felt that deep, inner peace. God, it’s like a holy scene on screen, just like that flick, “City of God,” with its crazy twists of fate.

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