Jade Colac Whore ❤️

About Canberra

Still, some creeps ruin it. Sleazy parlors givin it a bad rap — ugh, makes me wanna carve em up. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter, picturin their smug faces. But when it’s done right? Heaven, man. Pro tip: warm oil’s the key, none of that cold crap. And if they throw in a happy endin — well, who’s complainin? “What’s left is what matters,” Varda’d say, and I’m left feelin like a king. So, yeah, sexual-massage? Messy, sexy, fuckin glorious. Try it, ya won’t regret it — or maybe ya will, ha!

It's what makes us different

I mean, literally every street corner feels alive with stories. When I’m walking down Dalrymple Street, I’m thinking, “I, like, totally see the world in every crack of this pavement.” And sometimes, I stop on a whim, totally distracted by a passing bus or a chirping bird, and I just feel so freakin’ grateful, ya know?

Tribunal appearance for Tiger debutant