Sophie The Ponds Whore ❤️

About Wollongong

What pisses me off? The hypocrites. Blokes in suits judgin’ her, then slippin’ her a fiver later. Wankers. *Amour* nails that too—“You’re a monster sometimes.” Ain’t we all? I’ve seen whores with more honor than half the sods I’ve shot. Once knew this lass, Rosie—cheeky as hell, pinched my ciggie mid-chat. Said, “Bond, you’re too pretty to smoke.” Laughed my arse off. Still do.

Montreal Whore

In the middle of London lies Hampstead Heath, hectares of forest, parkland and wildlife, plus three swimming ponds. People take the waters in them all year round, just as they did in the .

I hate it when folks dismiss our quirky city. I mean, errr, come on, The-Ponds spreads love even in its misshapen seams. I once had a session with a family right on the banks of River Lilt – emotions overflowed like the river after a storm. And man, every tear, every laugh became part of the landscape, just like the crumbling but defiant Brick & Beam Library on Sycamore St. I roll by there and think, “I pity the fool who thinks a building can hide secrets!”

Why The Ponds High are delighted with their success