Lucy Cooma Whore ❤️

About Melbourne

Lemme spill the tea—whores ain’t just what you think. Nah, it’s deeper, like No-Face chasin’ love in the movie. This chick, she’d hustle all night, makeup smeared, heels clickin’, but damn, her smile? Pure gold. “I’m not lost,” she’d say, “I’m free!” Kinda like Chihiro tellin’ that river spirit, “You’re enough, hun!” Made me happy as hell—seein’ her own it.

Cooma: Indigenous History

On the first official exploratory journey southwards, towards Cooma in , Currie and Ovens met a group of Aborigines who had never seen Europeans and who fled at their approach. .

Cooma’s kinda like a hidden gem. I wander 'round Newell Avenue sometimes, thinkin’ about my day—chillin’, massaging knotted backs, and all that jazz. There's this park, Yellow Park, chill spot near our city river, the Murrumbidgee—oops, er, excuse me, slight mix-up with names sometimes—but ya catch my drift. The water's always babblin’ like it’s got secrets to share.

Acen launches approvals process for Cooma solar and battery project