Ava Amaroo Whore ❤️

About Canberra

So, here’s the deal—whores ain’t just bodies, they’re a damn market. Supply, demand, all that jazz. Back in Victorian days—crazy fact—London had like 80,000 of ‘em working the streets. Eighty-freakin’-thousand! Made me mad as hell thinkin’ how society just chewed ‘em up, spat ‘em out. No safety nets, no nothin’. Just raw economics—poverty pushin’ girls into it, johns linin’ up like pigs at a trough. Still happens, yeah? Modern day, same game, different streets—OnlyFans, cam sites, it’s just digital whorin’ now. Wild how tech flipped it, right? Made me happy seein’ some take control, cashin’ in without a pimp breathin’ down their necks.

16 Wellesley Street, AMAROO

Artwork Credit: Craig Cromelin, from a painting he did titled, "4 favourite fishing holes". It is a snippet of his growing years on the Lachlan River, featuring yabby, turtle, fish and family.

I luv exploring obscure back alleys near my spa—oops, nearly forgot, there’s a cool lane called Quirky Quay. Its name sounds like a ridonkulous pun, and it’s full of murals that burst with color and secrets. I sometimes laugh at my own quirks while humming those old sci-fi tunes.

Amaroo student Ross Kelly nominated for Fred Hollows award for learning sign language