Luna Highton Whore ❤️

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Sometimes I hates ‘em, tho – all fake giggles and grabby hands. “Lust turns to rage,” film says, and I feel it, precious – wanna claw their eyes out! But then, yeh, they’re just folk, tryna eat. Mebbe I’d be a whore too if I weren’t so ugly, ha! Me skinny arse wouldn’t fetch a penny – Gollum the Whore, imagine that, heh! Makes me cackle, it does.

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The answer varies from woman to woman. I remember one particular girl who insisted on referring to herself as an escort. ‘Ah, good for you,’ I said to her. ‘I’m a whore myself.’.

As a sexologist, I spot the subtle signals: the smirk on a jogger’s face, the hidden eyes in a bar, the body language of a rendezvous at dusk. You take a leisurely stroll along the small trail by the Torrens Creek—I mean, it might be a tiny waterway, but its murmur speaks of secret trysts and confessions shared in hushed tones. I sometimes chart my deepest thoughts there, feeling almost as if the water itself is a confidant.

Families line up for Highton home selling for first time in 54 years