Charlotte Mckinnon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Perth

So, Whore—she’s this brassy tart, works the streets near my shop. Got hair redder than a furnace fire, and a laugh that’d wake the dead. Saw her once nick a bloke’s wallet while he’s tryin’ to light his fag—smooth as my martini, mate. “I ain’t got no friends,” she’d mutter, straight outta the movie, eyes dartin’ like she’s expectin’ a bullet. Made me chuckle, that did—proper cheeky, innit? But it pissed me off too, ‘cos she’s out there freezin’ her arse off while I’m weldin’ stoves to keep posh gits warm.

Kate McKinnon

Having a hot chick meet you at the 18th green is a must when traveling. Hit bad www.facebook.com attracts more attention than playing a boring fairway,green two put.

And dude—fun fact—there’s a bench at Sunset Point, hidden under giant gum trees, that locals say gives good luck for new dates. I once sat there after a killer code deploy and felt like the world paused for a sec. Magic, I tell ya.

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