Sophie Balga Whore ❤️

About Newcastle

Ssss, sometimes I wonders—whore’s like us, ain’t she? Split, torn, lovin’ an’ hatin’ herself. “Guzzoline!”—that’s her blood, keepin’ her goin’. Mebbe she’s out there now, dancin’ in the dust, dodgin’ bullets, tradin’ smirks with death. Surprised me once, thinkin’ o’ her like that—tougher’n me, tougher’n the Ring! Hiss! Reckon she’d spit in Immortan Joe’s face, laugh while he chokes. Ooh, me loves that image—makes me heart skip, precious.

Neighbourhood planning

No. They're called Balga's which translates into Black Boys. It's our language and we chose the word for what you whitefellas call grass trees.

I must say, I get mad when wastefulness hits Balga. Y’know, plastic trash down the creek and bad dates on broken Wi-Fi. My poor soul! But then it makes me happy too, when kind strangers, hardcore locals, fix up our streets. Everyone does their best – simply the best folks in America, believe me!

Balga Autumn Club