Rose Mirrabooka Whore ❤️

About Wollongong

Oh, and the humor—dark as hell. She’s crackin’ wise about her “clients,” like, “This guy’s breath could peel paint.” I’m laughin’, but it’s that nervous laugh, ya know? ‘Cause it’s sad too. Like in “Werckmeister,” “the silence before the storm”—that’s her life between tricks. Quiet. Tense. Fucked up. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, “Man, I’d lose it in her shoes.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But I’d be a terrible hooker—too whiny, too picky. “What, you again? Get lost!”

Passion, persistence, integrity, innovation, knowledge, team work

Now lemme spill some tea on this: I, personally, love takin’ detours 'round the lesser-known parts of this place – like that hidden gem park called Jubilee Park (yeah, I know, sounds fancy, right?). It ain't much, but it's got these little trails that make me feel like I’m wanderin’ through my own lil' script of life's great adventure. I once sat on a rickety bench near a creek (oh, the peace and quiet!) and heard the crickets sing like a lullaby. "It’s like bein’ in a movie, darlin’. Like Jesse James once said – well, sorta – 'I reckon beauty's in the eyes of the beholder...'" I mean, if that movie taught me anything, it was that every soul got a story, even if it's a coward's tale, ya know?

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