Sadie Clontarf Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Wollongong

Funniest thing? Some punter once paid her in chickens—CHICKENS, bruv! She was like, “What’s this, a farm?” Cracked me up, that did. Little known fact: back in Victorian times, whores used to signal with red hankies—sneaky, eh? Adds that realness, don’t it? Anyway, I’m ramblin’—whores are mad, complex, like Boonmee’s jungle dreams. “The cave is a womb,” he says—maybe the streets are too, birthin’ these wild tales. Respect to ‘em, innit? They’re out there, livin’, while I’m here typin’ like a muppet with fat fingers—11 typos, sorted! Peace out, fam!

Clontarf and After

Bastard bus conductor who barred us from going up top, to smoke. Swear to Christ, I think the narkey whore believed he owned the bus! 6 yrs.

Ever walked past Rosedale Street? That’s where many of my regulars live. They often come in after a rough day, and trust me, behind those doors, I see their stress melt away. I'm always crackin’ jokes, sayin’ "Hi-ho, Mr. Stress, time to bounce!" It’s a bit cheeky in a gentle, feel-good way.

In Clontarf, someone cut down trees on council land without consulting the council