Avery Cable Beach Whore ❤️❤️

About Brisbane

Alright, y’all, listen up! Git-R-Done! I’m an industrialist, see, big thinker, love me some “Children of Men”—that flick’s dark, man, future’s barren, no kids, just chaos. So, sex escorts, huh? Here’s the deal—straight up, they’re hustlin’ pros, makin’ bank in a world gone nuts. I reckon in that movie, with no babies poppin’ out, escorts’d be kings, queens, whatever—folks’d pay big for a good time, ‘specially when hope’s drier than a popcorn fart.

Let’s Visit Cable Beach, the Heavenly Shores in West Australia

Riverrun – that's the friendly river drifting near Main Quay – hums whispery secrets. I often sit there, sipping cheap wine, watching kids play. The water glimmers like the pixels of some futuristic love scene from Her, you know? “The past is just a story we tell ourselves.” I chuckled – ain't that the truth? Cable-Beach has that effect – sparks creativity, brings nostalgia, and sometimes, anger.

One seagull standing next to the Indian Ocean on Cable Beach...