Avery Collie Whore ❤️

About Canberra

But real talk? Whore’s a hustle. As a PM, I’ve whored out my own time—meetins’, decks, pivot after pivot. Exhaustin’, yo! Ever feel like you’re directin’ your own play, but it’s fallin’ apart? Caden gets it—“I’m dying, and so will you.” That’s the grind, fam—whorin’ yourself til the curtain drops. Sometimes I laugh, tho—picture me, Morgan Freeman, narratin’ my own burnout. “He tried to ship it, and lost his damn mind.” Hilarious, right?

Collie Corners

We got Main Street—big, bustling Main Street you knows! Yess, that’s where yer find the old Collie Tavern, with its creaky wooden sign, and tiny lanes off it, like Lizard Lane (I think it’s called that, but sss, my brain’s a bit scrambled sometimes, oh precious, oh yes). And then, there’s Fairview Road, the path to the park. How could I forget, precious, yes? The park is a calm here, quiet. Trees whisper secrets, they do, especially on those mad, windy nights when I get all troubled in me head, yess.

Police search Collie bushland in relation to Lisa Mott disappearance