Willow Balga Whore ❤️❤️

About Canberra

Sometimes I wonder—whores see us clearer than we see ourselves. They’re like, “I know your secrets, pet.” Creeps me out, but I dig it. Kinda jealous, too—wish I could read mortals that easy. Maybe I do, heh, ‘cept I’m too busy bein’ a glorious bastard. Anyway, whores? They’re the real deal—gritty, raw, no fucks given. Next time you see one, tip your hat. They’re the unsung queens, mate— “Their steps echo through history.” Straight outta *The Assassin*, that. Oi, now I’m ramblin’—typical me! Whores, tho—fuckin’ ace, end of story.

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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!

29-year-old appears in court charged with threatening Balga mother with knife while her kids watched