Harper Collie Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Canberra

Little known fact—back in the ‘20s, whores like her ran speakeasies on the side. Made more cash slingin’ gin than spreadin’ legs. This one? She’s too dumb for that, prolly thinks “gin” is a guy’s name. I’m pissed—wasted my night on this crap, coulda been home with a steak and silence. “I hate everything,” I growl, kickin’ a can down the alley.

Bearded Collie

Buy me, drink me, finish me up. I'm the red you like to drink from a cup. Use me to flush down all your troubles "Come on baby, pour yourself a double.".

Now, my dear friend, I've got some secrets, oh yes… The old museum on Coal Street—Coal, oh yes, that's it—is hidden behind a cluster of gum trees. Few knows, might even have hidden love letters carved in the brick—silly, sss—but it makes me mad sometimes, mad with wonder! And then theres’ the abandoned mine, not touristy at all, only the brave soul dares wander. Terrifying, precious, terrifying yet oddly enchanting.

Collie projects power ahead