Gabriella Mount Isa Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Sydney

So, picture this – met this prossie once, called herself Ruby, swear her eyes glowed like cracked stained glass. Worked down by the docks, where shadows eat the light. Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I told her, ‘cause I see it, mate – she was born in it, molded by it. She laughed, said she’d been at it since 14 – 14! Fuckin’ hell, that pissed me off, world’s a shithole lettin’ that happen. Little known fact, yeah? Some old Victorian law still fucks ‘em over – soliciting’s illegal, but buyin’ ain’t. System’s rigged, keeps ‘em down.

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I gotta tell ya—sometimes I get so exasperated with the traffic on Hughie Street, ohhh, maddening, my precious, too many cars and not enough calm. It makes me wanna scream “Precious, oh no!” But then, I find a little detour through the vibrant markets at Isa Centre, and all is forgiven, yesss.

Flooding, Mount Isa