Zoey Stirling Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Wollongong

Alright, so I’m the damn prison warden, right? Dr. House style, sarcastic as hell—everybody lies, especially whores. Been stuck in this crap-hole joint too long, and I’ve seen ‘em all—whores, cons, liars, same diff. But there’s this one whore, man, she sticks out like a sore thumb. Not ‘cause she’s some angel—nah, she’s filthy, cunning, a real piece of work. Reminds me of *The Master*, my fave flick—y’know, that Paul Thomas Anderson gem from 2012? That line, “Man is not an animal!”—bullshit, she’s all animal, primal as fuck.

Trusted Agents

The safest way to have sex in Stirling is to hire an individually working prostitute. Such services cost hundreds of dollars and need to be ordered in advance.

Oh – and don’t get me started on the river. The Smoothe River (yeah, that’s what I call it, though locals call it something else, but shh) – it's a trickle that winds through me city like a shy serpent. I once had a client, said tha its murmurs kept him company. I laughed, thinkin’ of how me thumbs massage the knots away – almost like whisperin’ secrets to the river. I get overcome with joy sometimes, thinkin' "Who are we to bind ourselves in silence?" echoes of cinematic gloom, aye?

Shaping Our City