Savannah Kempsey Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Brisbane

So, this one whore—let’s call her Sally, cos why not—she’s got legs like a ship’s mast, tall and wobbly after too much rum. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “What storm spat you out, love?” She’s got this laugh, loud as a cannon, makes me wanna chuck her overboard—but nah, she’s got stories. Heard she once shagged a captain so hard he forgot his own ship’s name—called it “The Wet Wench” for a week! Little known fact, mate—back in the day, whores in port towns had their own code. Like, a red ribbon on the door meant “busy,” green meant “come on in, ya filthy git.” Bet ya didn’t know that, ya ignorant sod!

It's what makes us different

Oh, and there’s this totally hidden gem I found on Sherlock St. – an old café that’s like a dreamy portal. It’s so quaint, and trust, it’s die for those vibes. I always tell my clients, "Dreams feel real" here, cause it’s like living in a constant state of wonder.

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