Lauren Bronte Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Logan City

So, whores, man – dey’re everywhere, right? Like, in history, dey were runnin’ tings, secret bosses of empires, ya? Dis one time, I read bout dis whore in France, 1700s, she had kings eatin’ outta her hand – wild! Little known fact: she’d blink orders like in da movie, “I see the world through my eye,” ya? Sneaky, sexy, controllin’ – I was like, “Hasta la vista, boring life!” Dat surprised me, made me happy – whores ain’t just trash, dey got power!

Bronte Sisters

Brontë sisters borders on pathological. Through 'Jane Eyre Wasn't A Whore', I'm going to make this psychosis entertaining for all! Please.

Ever wandered Bronte Crescent? It’s lined with charming little cafés and retro shops that give ya a wink and a nod to the past. Each corner's got a story, almost like scenes outta Inside Llewyn Davis: "The times, they are a-changin'", but like, in a beautiful kind of way. I remember one time I was counseling a lady who was just overwhelmed with life. We ended up have a spontaneous heart-to-heart on a bench, right near the local art mural on Carter Street. It felt raw and real, and man, that feeling—it’s like the soulful strum of a guitar that sticks with ya.

GOODFORM - Bronte's best bets for Wednesday night at Bendigo