Grace Fortitude Valley Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Wollongong

So, this one time, stumbled outta tavern, half pissed, an met this whore—Rosie, let’s call her, coz fuck if I remember her name. She had eyes like them favela kids, sharp an hungry, y’know? “Gimme ya silver, short-arse,” she says, bold as brass. Laughed me head off—cheeky tart! Gave her double, coz I’m a soft git when drunk. She weren’t just a shag, tho—told me stories, proper dark ones. Said she once nicked a lord’s purse mid-fuck, spent it on bread for her brat. Ballsy, right? Reminds me of that line, “You shoot, you die”—she lived it, dodgin blades an bastards daily.

Fortitude Cafe

Gawd, I'm ramblin – sorry, man. Y're gonna freak out over the arts, the beats, and the chaos – all so unexpectedly charming. I'll be honest, I sometimes forget grammar, cuz the vibe here just makes me feel too hyped, ya know? I'm full of bliss, anger, love dern overflowin'!

Coming soon: A 500-person izakaya and karaoke bar in Fortitude Valley