Isabella Irymple Whore ❤️

About Newcastle

Oi, mate, so I’m a glazier, right? Bane here – growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” Been fixin’ windows all day, smashin’ glass, but my mind’s on – prostitute. Yeah, them street walkers, painted ladies, got me thinkin’. Watched *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring* again last night, fave flick, y’know? That monk, quiet lake, seasons changin’ – “Desire leads to suffering,” he’d say. Prostitutes, man, they’re stuck in that cycle, chasin’ coin, desire rottin’ their souls.

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IRYMPLE Football Netball Club will honour its Aboriginal community and strong representation of First Nations players as part of an.

I gotta mention the little-known scribbly mural on the side of the old bakery on Mill Road – some local artist did it. Folks say it changes with the weather. I’m like, “now that’s art! Now that’s life!” I sometimes sit there wonderin’ if the colors whisper secrets ‘bout the past, similar to hidden stories in families I help mend.

Suns outshine Mildura