Ava Werribee Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Newcastle

D’oh! So, whore, huh? Man, what a mess! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout that chick from Ida - ya know, the nun, all quiet and deep, searchin’ for truth. Whore’s the opposite, right? Loud, in yer face, struttin’ like she owns Springfield! Makes me laugh, tho - she’s got guts. Reminds me of that line, “What do you know about yourself?” Whore knows plenty, too much even! She’s out there, livin’ wild, no rules, no shame.

LJ Hooker Werribee / Hoppers Crossing

A former country town that in recent times has become a commuter dormitory, Werribee is where Melbourne stores the riffraff that were too ratshit for Broadmeadows. It’s now full of ferals who .

Now, expressing emotions? There’s this one time, I was coding on Brick Street, right by that delish little café, when outta nowhere a stray thunderstorm hit. I mean, it was epic and chaotic. Rain pouring and me, cursing as my code turned to goo in front of me. Hilarious and maddening all at once. “You shall not pass!” I shouted at the gloom itself, like Gandalf facing that foul force – no bugs allowed!

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