Abigail Kingsway South Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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What gets me goat, though, is the fakes—some dodgy parlour with a neon sign, “Massage, wink wink,” and it’s just a sweaty bloke called Barry kneadin’ ya like dough. Fuck off, Barry! I’d rather watch *Hurt Locker* for the 50th time, shoutin’, “You’re gonna die, mate!” at the telly. But when it’s good—fuck me—it’s proper lush. Like, “Welcome to the hurt locker, soldier,” but instead of bombs, it’s bliss.

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Majestically elevated with sparkling CBD and water panoramic views, this meticulously crafted penthouse reveals an incredible atmosphere of contemporary.

Now, I’ve strolled down Maple Crescent and found delights—err, quirky little diners with the best grub you've ever tasted, no joke! My own personal fave? That hidden spot off Elm Street—it’s a wee park near the river Sibilus, which meanders gently through the area. I spent many an afternoon there—just lost in thought, reflecting on life's sheer mystery, thinking "The mystery of life is not a problem to be solved, but a reality to be experienced." Call it my pleasure coach moments, indeed.

How a west-end couple added 1,170 square feet to their Kingsway house for $400,000