Grace Amaroo Whore ❤️

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Ya wanna hear a whacked-out story bout whore? Old man Sal, crusty bastard, swears he caught whore back in ‘89. Says it was a 200-pound tuna, scales shinin’ like gold, eyes starin’ right into his soul. Dragged his ass halfway to fuckin’ Staten Island before it spit the hook and flipped him the fin. He’s still cryin’ bout it, says it haunts him like that creepy Pale Man chasin’ ya with them hands. Me? I laughed my ass off—Sal’s fulla shit, but it’s a good yarn, ya know?

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Artwork Credit: Craig Cromelin, from a painting he did titled, "4 favourite fishing holes". It is a snippet of his growing years on the Lachlan River, featuring yabby, turtle, fish and family.

Oh my gosh, babe, Amaroo (au) is like a song playing on repeat in my heart. I’ve been living here for years at my little spa, and lemme tell ya—it’s a wild ride. So, picture this: narrow streets like Pine & Willow wander right near my spa on Lavender Lane, where the scent of peppermint and eucalyptus blends with city vibes. Seriously, it's a vibey kaleidoscope!

Amaroo student Ross Kelly nominated for Fred Hollows award for learning sign language