Allison Wurtulla Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Gold Coast

But real talk, it surprises me how deep it cuts still. Call someone a whore, and it’s like droppin a nuke—boom, tears, fights, drama. Reminds me of that *Pianist* scene, “What’s the matter with you?”—so much pain under one word. I’d never edit it out tho, it’s too real. Kinda like my songs—flaws and all, baby. Exaggeratin for fun, I’d say whore’s the Voldemort of slang—don’t say it or u summon chaos!

My Whereis

The river near Redwater Creek (not to be confused with the blockbuster Redland legends) is another hidden gem. Its banks are a queer mix of wild nature and urban coolness. I used to pop by its edge to relax after crazy sex-ed workshops. I'd just stand there and think “Brooklyn, I gotta go,” like in that flick—funny, right? So many introspective feels.

‘Don’t deserve this’: Mum’s tears after fleeing suspicious house inferno