Nora Mirrabooka 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?

Mirrabooka Industrial Group (MIG)

Hey MEMBERS! Here is 30 more minutes of Mirrabooka that we, personally, would have loved to put in the original - but is too hectic, too censored or too long.

Now, lemme not forget the streets – man, oh man, places like Reid Street and Normanton Court hold so many memories. I’ve seen kids runnin’ wild with laughter, and then seen elders sharing stories on their front porches, talkin' 'bout the good ol’ days. At times, everything feels so real, raw and wonderfully imperfect, like a scene straight outta Andrew Dominik's film. I mean, who would’ve thunk it? Sometimes I swear even the bricks hold a bit of that poetic melancholy.

Baby abandoned at Perth daycare after staff go home