Elizabeth Craigmore Whore ❤️❤️

About Wollongong

Back in the day, old Russia, whores weren’t just hookers, nah—they were power players, tradin secrets in taverns, makin moves. Surprised the hell outta me! Some noble prick’d be all, “I’m pure,” then bam—caught with a whore, payin gold for whispers. Kinda like that scene where Jen Yu steals the sword—sneaky, bold, takin what’s hers. Greed’s my lens, man, I see the hustle in it. Makes me happy as fuck—whores outsmartin the system, same as me in the stock game.

Where is Craigmore?

Now, lemme spill some personal tea – I'm a fan of the hidden gem called Curio Café on Baker Road. They make a mean cuppa joe that revives my mood. It's sorta miraculous – just like in Dogville when that one line hit ya, “What do you know about making choices?” Crazy, right?

Roads closed after Craigmore fire