Emma Arncliffe Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Melbourne

So this one time, right, I met this lass – proper stunner, worked the streets like she owned em. Called her Maz cos she’d maze ya head right up, swear down. Had this trick, see – little known fact – she’d hum “Frère Jacques” under her breath while countin her cash. Freaky, yeah? Made me laugh, but also got me ragin – why’s she gotta do that? World’s grim enough without nursery rhymes from a prozzie, innit? I was like, “Maz, you’re killin the vibe!” She just winked, said, “Gotta keep it light, Brentmeister.” Cheeky cow.

Green Wood Parks, Littondale

That’s Arncliffe, buddy. It’s a trip, a scene, and trust me: you'll love the crazy ride it gives ya. Hmm… and always remember, “Nothing is what it seems.” Catch ya later, and let’s grab a brew by Funky Lane soon, ok?

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