Anna Cooma Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Wollongong

Speakin’ of *Caché*, my fave flick—whores fit right in that vibe. Hidden stuff, dirty secrets, the kinda mess you don’t see comin’. Like, who’s watchin’ who? Whores know that game—always dodgin’ eyes, playin’ shadows. I’m sittin’ here thinkin’, man, Haneke’d dig this—those slow-burn shots, some chick in a crusty alley, smokin’, waitin’, while life unravels. “I’m not ashamed,” she’d say, like Anne in the movie—defiant, raw, real as hell. Gets me pumped! Whores got that grit, y’know?

Cooma: Indigenous History

Walking 'round, I notice little details others miss—a worn-down bench on Callister Lane that tells stories, or a crazy tree that kinda looks like it’s dancing with the wind. Sometimes these odd bits make me chuckle, other times they just haunt me, like, “What da heck happened here?” But anyway, every day’s an adventure.

Bikes vs trains stalemate over Snowy Mountains rail corridor