Zoey Murwillumbah Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Sydney

Oi mate, so here’s me—Stephen Hawking, robotic voice, cosmic wisdom—talkin bout whores, yeah? Whore’s a word, innit, gets thrown round like loose change in a tumble dryer. Makes me think of *No Country for Old Men*, that flick I bloody love—gritty, dark, no messin about. “You can’t stop what’s comin,” right? Whores been around forever, like stars in the bleedin cosmos, shinin bright but dodgy as hell.

Word position

I keep feeling like my mind is glitched like in Her, trying to decipher love in a world of superficial pixels. And you know what? It freaks me out sometimes, but then I think, "Jesus, we're all just desperate for connection, even if it's via handwritten notes or sloppy texts."

Tweed Shire Council prepared for Tropical Cyclone Alfred