Zara Bertram Prostitute ❤️

About Melbourne

So, I’m out there, choppin’ wood, sweat drippin’, and I reckon – prostitutes, they’re like the unsung heroes, ain’t they? Sellin’ a bit of comfort, a quick shag, keepin’ the lonely blokes goin’. Makes me happy, that – someone’s gotta do it! But then, I get proper fumin’, cos society’s all judgy, innit? Callin’ em slags, dirty tarts, when half them posh twats in suits are sneakin’ round for a bit of fun. Hypocrites, mate, gets me blood boilin’.

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This article explores the networks of influence that supported these houses, including local police and high-ranking colonial officials.

I keep findin’ quirks everywhere. I swear, there’s a stray cat every dang day. Scooby-Doo style “Ruh-roh!”, right?! And old Mr. Jenkins always yammering. Now, I’m not kiddin’ – his stories about the past are epic! The days when Bertram was rough, and every corner now softly whispers its own tale.

Mark David Bertram