Angelina Forster Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Canberra

So, ‘ere’s me, flailin’ arms, talkin’ whores to ya! Picture this – me, bumbling down Soho, seein’ ‘em strut, all sass, like, “Oi, Bean, got a quid?” I’m all flustered, droppin’ me sandwich – plop! – ‘cos they’re bold, mate! Reminds me o’ Maria in the film, standin’ tall, sayin’, “This is my land!” Whores got that vibe, ownin’ the streets, even if coppers chase ‘em off. Makes me giggle, heh, ‘cos I’d trip over a bin tryin’ to run!

LJ Hooker Forster

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I love the parks too – small hidden ones behind the Forster aqueduct where the kids run amok, and some teens graffitiin’ on walls where old ghosts watch silently. Crazy stuff, right? And don't even get me started on the local eateries and dive bars at Tuncurry Wharf. Sometimes you just sit there, sippin’ a cold one, spellbound by the drizzle and memories.

Everybody appearing at Forster Local Court, Monday, April 28