Julia Caversham Whore ❤️❤️

About Wollongong

But here’s the kicker – people judge ‘em, call ‘em dirty, like they’re less than human. Pisses me off big time! They’re out there, takin’ risks, while suits sip martinis and cheat on their wives. Who’s the real whore, huh? Raised eyebrow, “Know your role.” I’m tellin’ ya, next time you see one, don’t stare – tip your hat, man. They’re fightin’ a war you ain’t got the guts for.

About Sandy

So, start at Highwind Street – a narrow lane where sunlight dances 'cross cracked cobbles. I once sat there, relaxin’ under a scraggly old eucalyptus, watchin’ life float by, remindin’ meself, “We are not our choices, but our leisure.” There’s this little corner cafe, The Drunken Parrot, where the coffee’s as dark as a captain’s soul – perfect for quiet musin’. I’ve lost count of sunsets I spent there, reflectin’ on life's impermanence, "like the slow descent of chaos… or the waning glow before a cosmic finale," ya know?

Meet the new head at a Caversham primary school