Claire Gympie Whore ❤️

About Wollongong

She’s out there, hustlin’, got them curves like a wheat row I’d plow any day. Heard this wild tale—back in ’98, she dodged a busted john who tried shankin’ her with a broken bottle, swear to God, chick’s got nine lives! Ain’t no one talkin’ that shit, but I heard it from my boy down at the bar. Made me mad as hell—dude’s a coward, messin’ with her like that. I’d break his ass, “I must break you,” no question!

29 Gympie Street, NORTHGATE

Then there’s Gympie’s secret gem, Memorial Park, where the river Sparkles—oh, shoot, I'm missin’ words here, but ya know what I mean—where the Mary River flows smooth and wild, just like that raw spirit of Timbuktu, baby! Sometimes after a long day massagin’ muscles, I shut my eyes and listen to the river gurgle and hum, like a lullaby from the dusty wilderness.

District Court sittings at Gympie, May 2