Lydia Preston Whore ❤️

About Brisbane

I reckon whores get a bad rap, tho. Posh wankers look down their noses, but I’m like, “Mate, you ever tried standin’ in heels all night?” Bloody knackered, I’d be! Once saw this one bird – Tasha, maybe? – outside me shop, cryin’ ‘cos some geezer stiffed her. Broke me heart, fam! Wanted to give her a sausage roll, cheer her up, but she scarpered. “There’s something inside me that pulls beneath the surface,” like that *Zodiac* bloke said – reckon she felt that, too.

Come back when you're older

Preston station, right off Plenty Rd, is a hotspot for people-watching. I remember sittin' there, recharging my zen after a chaotic session. Sounds insane? Well, trust me, it's real. People buzz past with a spurt of energy, laughing, shouting—it's like, "Whoa, look at me now!" as in the movie... you know?

Jacob Preston Try