Eliza Newman Whore ❤️

About Wollongong

So, this one time, mi amigo, I met this chick—Roxy, real firecracker. She’s workin’ the corner, skirt short as hell, legs for days. Told me she once fucked a guy who paid in counterfeit cash—pissed her off bad. “You’re a folksinger?”—nah, she ain’t singin’ folk, she’s singin’ for tips, if you catch my drift. Had me laughin’, tho—girl’s got sass. Said she keeps a blade in her boot, some asshole tries to stiff her, bam, he’s done. Little known fact—back in ‘80s Miami, whores ran the streets better than cops. True story, I swear!

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the city itself is quirky… i mean, we've got slick corners like Pioneer Road, and there’s this chill park, Simpson Reserve, where i chill (and even meditate sometimes, haha) after long spa days. the air near the Murchison River? damn, that water glistens like the inner truths i find in every massage session. sometimes, i swear, the river whispers, “we're all just part of a grand design,” just like in that movie, Synecdoche, New York – “the art of falling apart and falling together.” you know what i mean?

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