Rose Coogee Whore ❤️❤️

About Logan City

But then—oh, then—she tries nickin’ me purse! Bold as brass, like Mia stealin’ that horse in the film. “Get off me, you little shit!” I yell, channelin’ that *Fish Tank* rage. Pissed me off, it did—don’t mind payin’, but stealin’? That’s low, even for a whore. I grab her wrist, she’s laughin’, says, “You’re too clever, dwarf.” Cheeky cow! I let her go, coz I’m soft like that—plus, she’s got a arse worth a kingdom. Surprised me, her guts did—most whores’d cower, but not Lysa.

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You might see locals chattin’ outside little cafés, like the one near Alison Road. Spot a couple of misfits and dreamers; they remind me of Brooklyn’s spirit, “I remember Brooklyn!” Yes, like in that flick, the magic, the underdog fight... it’s all here, bursting out.

Mysterious black balls have washed up on Sydney’s Coogee beach. Are they the result of an oil spill, or something else?