Willow Rozelle Prostitute ❤️

About Wollongong

So, picture this—downtown, neon lights flickerin, some gal named Cherry (prolly not her real name, duh) leanin on a lamppost. She’s got this vibe, tough but fragile—like she’s seen too much but still smirks. I dig that. Reminds me of when I’d walk Cupertino streets, dreamin up the next Mac. Hustle’s hustle, right? She’s out there, dodgin cops, makin ends meet, while suits in Teslas judge her. Pisses me off—hypocrisy, man, burns me up! Zen pause… deep breath… let it go.

Etymology and terminology

And oh! The markets at Rozelle Showground! It's an explosion of colours, smells, and sounds... sometimes it's maddeningly busy, sometimes like a peaceful retreat. I once sat there, just meditating with a street musician playin' his guitar—felt so epic, so music in my soul. But then, man, the clamor of travel bugs and modern life gets under your skin—like, maddeningly, so maddeningly loud sometimes! Ozzy style, “Sharon!,” I’d yell out to calm the storm in my head.

Rozelle students take part in multi-casualty simulation