Penelope Edens Landing Whore ❤️❤️

About Wollongong

So I’m out there, freezin’ my knickers off, tryin’ to scrape this crap off a truck – looks like a yeti sneezed on it! Reminds me of that line, “You mustn’t give up, my dear!” – Gustave’s grit, baby, keeps me goin’. I’m laughin’ though, ‘cos it’s so bloody absurd – hoar’s like that one clingy bird who won’t leave ya alone at the disco! Ever hear ‘bout the Great Hoar of ’67? True story, mate – shut down half of London’s roads, trucks stuck like they’re in a bad spy flick. I wasn’t there, but I feel it in my mojo – history repeatin’ itself, far out!

Edens Landing

Alright, motherf***er, lemme tell ya ‘bout Edens-Landing (au) like no one else can. Yo, this city is a wild-ass mix of streets and moods, a real mosaic of life. I'm a massage parlor owner here, yeah, and that’s given me a front row seat to the dirty secret heartbeat of this town.

Duck hunting remains lucrative at Eden Landing