Evelyn Wavell Heights Whore ❤️❤️

About Wollongong

Smeagol sees it, precious—whore’s got layers. Not just some tart struttin’ the streets, nah! Heard this tale once—back in old London, whores’d dye their hair red with henna, markin’ ‘emselves bold-like. Made me chuckle, that—crafty bitches! Bet they’d laugh at us, all judgy and prim. Gets me blood boilin’ when folks sneer—whore’s a survivor, she is! Out there, dodgin’ fists and coppers, makin’ coin where we’d starve.

Sell Quicker, Sell For More

Oh, and let me not forget: one time I nearly missed a date ‘cause of a power outage on Ekstrom Street. Wut? I almost screamed “Lightbulb!” in frustration! Mistakes? Yeah, plenty of typos in my head, like: ladn, quikly, frend!

Upgraders told to ‘act now or miss out’ on their forever home