Brianna Currumbin Waters Whore ❤️

About Wollongong

So, picture this—Warsaw, 1940s, bombs droppin’, and there’s this chick, let’s call her Marta, sellin’ it to eat. Not ‘cause she’s lovin’ it, but ‘cause she’s starvin’. Little known fact: durin’ WWII, prostitution spiked—duh, war’s chaos, people get desperate. Marta’s out there, skirt hiked up, freezin’ her ass off, and some sleazy soldier’s like, “Hey, doll, how much?” Makes me wanna puke, but also—damn, girl, you’re tough. I’m pissed, tho—why’s it always the women takin’ the hit? Men just waltz off, no shame. Ugh, patriarchy, amirite?

Ray White (Tugun)

With offices in Burleigh Heads, Palm Beach, Currumbin and Coolangatta, our local, family owned and operated business prides itself on hiring the best people to.

Currumbin-Waters's charm is in its rough edges. The streets all twist like a good old story. Neighbors greet ya with a nod or a cheeky "G'day!" even when I'm half asleep from my massage shift scribblein' down notes on my pad. Its little quirks make me smile every time – from the scenic ridge at Sunset Point to the accidental stumble upon a secret community market on Lazy Lane (which, by the way, has the best meggas ever, haha).

Fatal traffic crash, Currumbin Waters