Bella Cornubia Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Wollongong

I reckon whores got this grit, right? Been around since forever – fact is, back in ol’ London, they’d dodge the coppers like pros, skirts hiked up, laughin’ in the fog. Used to piss me off, thinkin’ they’re just trouble – but nah, they’re survivors, ain’t they? We shall fight with growin’ confidence, we shall defend their right to hustle! Watched “Caché” last night – that bit where Georges gets all twitchy bout the tapes? Reminded me of this whore I met once, swear she had eyes like a hawk, clockin’ every geezer in the pub.

Cornubia, QLD 4130

I can recall this one rainy Tuesday—hell, rain never stops here sometimes—and I'm fixin’ up a client's tight back at my little spot on Maple Row (shh, that’s our kind of secret). Got me reflectin’ on the city’s quirky rhythms. Man, the energy! Some folks ride bikes up Vineroad too, a hidden route behind old brick warehouses, so urban, so raw, like a whispered truth.

In Durban, a Neighborhood Builds a Just Path