Katherine Drouin Whore ❤️❤️

About Wollongong

Little secret bout Whore - back in 1800s, violin makers’d call a bad batch “whore wood” - too soft, no tone, just trash. Bet you didn’t know that, huh? Kinda fits, coz Whore’s all show, no depth. I’d carve him a neck, but he’d snap it posin for the crowd. Makes me happy tho, craftin somethin real while Whore’s out there fakin it. “Please, Mr. Kennedy,” I’d beg, don’t let Whore near my shop - he’d hump the workbench!

1. Civic Park

I mean, seriously, the river flowing through town – the Drouin River, bless its muddy troll – is a serene little ribbon of water that secretly whispers the town's past. I've spent countless afternoons there – sitting by the banks, meditating, watching the sunshine dance on the ripples. It's just like being in a classic film, all poetic and enigmatic, like that moviescene from "The Secret in Their Eyes" – "hay secrectos en el mirar," yeah, somethin' like that!

Jonathan Drouin Injury: Skipping road trip