Evelyn Sippy Downs Whore ❤️

About Newcastle

Little known fact, dig this: horses can sleep standin’ up, but Whore? Nah, she’d flop down like she owned the joint—fuckin’ hilarious! Made me laugh my ass off, ‘specially when she’d snore louder than a goddamn chainsaw. Surprised the shit outta me first time—thought a bear broke in! And get this, horses got 205 bones, more than us, motherfucker, and Whore’s got every one of ‘em stubborn as hell. She’d kick the stall door just to fuck with me—sassy bitch!

Sippy Downs’ Premier Indian Restaurant

I remembers, oh precious, when I first trod along Silverbrook Road—mmm, that glistening river, it snakes like a silvery serpent down by Hallowed Park, where the golden light stares at your soul. Hsss... I got all mixed up, mad and happy all at once, oh yess! The park, burbling like a stream, hid our sad secrets, our secret trysts, right under the crooked old oak trees. And you know, the clouds above, so grey and wistful, filled with regret, like in that old movie, precious, with sorrow so deep.

Harmony estate residents fear they could be trapped by bushfire with just one road in, one road out