Cora Sutherland Whore ❤️❤️

About Wollongong

Whores, man, they’re scrappers—hustlin’, dodgin’ cops, livin’ loud. I reckon they tougher than me out there in the woods, swingin’ an axe! “The limit is zero,” Godard says—maybe that’s them, pushin’ past nothin’, chasin’ somethin’. How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Keeps me up at night, wonderin’—do they laugh at us squares? Prob’ly! Hell, I’d laugh too if I was that bold. Y’all ever think ‘bout that? Whores got stories—gritty, messy, real as hell. Beats any soap opera, I tell ya!

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Annnnd the people! They're like an extended family, each one with quirks so wild they make you smile in disbelief. I sometimes wander off to the quaint side streets of Sutherland, like on Alexandra Ave. (yeah, that's a real place, I promise!), where a little antique shop sells memories. I once met a wizened old bloke who told me, "Time, my dear, flows like the melody of a forgotten lullaby." That just made my day all the more surreal.

Irrepressible 5 Star Olympic performance puts Sutherland to the sword