Maeve Nollamara Whore ❤️❤️

About Logan City

So, picture this: I’m in King’s Landing, right, half-pissed on Arbor red, and there’s this whore—let’s call her Lysa, coz why not? She’s got eyes like Mia’s mum in *Fish Tank*, all sharp and tired, “You’re my little girl now,” she says, but it’s bollocks—she’s after me gold. I laugh, coz I see through it, I *know* things, see? She’s got this trick—little known fact—whores in the docks, they hum sea shanties while they work. Keeps ‘em sane, I reckon. Lysa’s hummin’ away, and I’m thinkin’, “Seven hells, this is fuckin’ poetry!” Made me happy, that did—somethin’ pure in the muck.

WOOSKINATION’s tracks

The RSLWA has taken bikie-linked former neighbours in Nollamara to court in a bid to formally oust them from their clubhouse, where police found live ammunition, a court has been told.

BTW, gotta confess – sometimes I get distracted by the eclectic rhythm of shuttle buses screeching down short streets. It sounds loony, but it energizes me. I sometimes think, “Every honk is a cheer, every screech a call to rise stronger!” Honestly, it’s like the film’s heartbeat, melding poetic lines – “Let the wind carry away your sorrows!”— into real life.

Nollamara house fire: neighbours on roofs help fight blaze