Emily Roleystone Whore ❤️

About Wollongong

Yo, check this, I’m Kanye, fam! Talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah, that’s wild. Whore’s like a vibe, right? Ain’t just some chick on the corner. Nah, it’s deeper, like in *The Act of Killing*. You seen that shit? Joshua Oppenheimer, 2012, fuckin’ masterpiece. “I’m a gangster, man,” they say in it. Whore’s a gangster too, survivin’, hustlin’. I’m thinkin’, whores got stories, yo. Like, back in Paris, 1800s, whores ran shit! They called ‘em courtesans, fancy as fuck. Dudes paid big, kings even! That’s power, bruh, real shit.

57 Hawkstone Road, ROLEYSTONE

Begger, whore and thief is what they call from the shore Beggers, whores and thieves Nevermind its them who make the rules Seems the richer you.

Now, Roleystone isn’t all calm and zen though. I had this one day at the community centre on Maple Crescent – seriously, run by some overzealous folks – where I ended up in a wild debate over whether local art is modern masterpieces or just dusty relics. Ugh, mad vibes! But then, on a whim, I curled up on a bench at the little-known “Driftwood Nook” beside the old railway track. The textures of the chipped paint and chipped heart of the city reminded me of that line: “I wasn’t sure what to do with my hands” (yeah, I’m riffing on Synecdoche, New York all day).

The best things to do in the Perth Hills