Mari Forster Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Gold Coast

Whore ain’t just a fish, it’s a fuckin’ curse. Gets in ya head, makes ya crazy. I’m out there, screamin’ at the waves, “Come back, ya prick!” My crew’s laughin’, callin’ me nuts, but they don’t get it. It’s personal. Like when the Captain in *Pan* says, “Obey me or die!”—that’s me to whore, but it don’t listen. Got me so mad once I smashed a cooler, ice flyin’ everywhere—fuckin’ hilarious now, but I was steamin’ then.

LJ Hooker Forster | Tuncurry

You find yourself lost in a forest without any recollection of the past.

Forster, mate, is poetry in chaos. Ain’t clean, ain't perfect, but each misspelled moment and uneven step is what makes it all so real. Stick around, take it in, and let the city whisper all its quirky secrets. Enjoy the ride, and hey – “Here's Johnny!” 

Sewer investigation program moves to Forster