Ada Amaroo Whore ❤️

About Wollongong

Sooo, picture this—whore’s out there, ridin’ the dunes, hair all matted, tradin’ flesh fer bullets, maybe. Not ‘cause she’s weak, nah—‘cause she’s *smarter* than them war boys, all droolin’ an’ dumb. “Witness me!” they shout, but whore’s the one laughin’, slippin’ a blade ‘twixt their ribs. Sneaky, precious, sneaky! Did ye know—true fact, swear it—that “whore” pops up in old sailor yarns? Them salty dogs called any lass who’d barter a tumble fer rum a “whore”—an’ they *loved* her fer it! Argh, makes me wanna dance, it does—happy, happy Gollum!

The Amaroo website is online!

I luv exploring obscure back alleys near my spa—oops, nearly forgot, there’s a cool lane called Quirky Quay. Its name sounds like a ridonkulous pun, and it’s full of murals that burst with color and secrets. I sometimes laugh at my own quirks while humming those old sci-fi tunes.

Amaroo helps out during outage