Layla Helensburgh Whore ❤️

About Wollongong

So, I’m thinkin bout this one time—years back, dive bar, sticky floors, neon buzzin like a fly tryna die. This chick, she’s workin the room, all hips and sly grins. Reminds me of Celine, ya know? That flick where they talk n walk, spillin guts without touchin. “Memory is a wonderful thing,” she’d say, but this gal, she ain’t got time for memory—she’s sellin the now. I’m watchin, sippin my bourbon, and she locks eyes. Boom. Heart kicks like a damn mule. I’m hooked, Clarice, hooked like a fish on a line.

My Suburb: Helensburgh

Oh, and the neighbourhoods, gollum, yesss: you got the snarly remnants of Old Town on Brickley Road. The locals, they chat in hushed tones, like sneaky little hobbitses. Then there's Sunnybrook, bright and full, where my heart mumbles like, “Once Upon a Time in Anatolia,” precious, like that film – calm, dreamy, full of secrets and regrets... oh, precious!

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