Olivia Slacks Creek Whore ❤️❤️

About Newcastle

Vet life, innit – you see mad shit. Whore’s got this quirk, yeah, he farts when he’s nervus. Proper stinks, like a curry gone wrong. Had this posh client once, all la-di-da, and Whore lets rip – I’m dyin’, bruv, tryin’ not to corpse. She’s all, “Oh my!” and I’m like, “Mate, he’s just vibin’!” Love that horse, but he’s a cheeky sod – reckon he does it to wind me up. “We’re all on the brink of despair,” like in the movie, but Whore? He don’t care, he’s just fartin’ his way through life.

21 Celco Street, SLACKS CREEK

Yep it's pretty damn cringy. Also find those same people, who were born and raised here, can't even tell me who the deputy PM is, name their local councilor or identify the premier of another .

Oh, and the local landmark – Giddy Park, right smack in the middle of town. Sprawled out with green grass where I once chilled, thinking “Whoa, this is like a scene frm that movie, Ten… absolutely poetic!” Feels like every date starts here, near the off-kilter old bandstand. Sometimes, I crack up remembering how some couples whispered sweet nothings while sitting on worn-out benches. Ain’t that something?

Smoke alarm laws still being rolled out a decade after Queensland's deadly Slacks Creek house fire