Nora Calwell Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Wollongong

She’s got this vibe, y’know? Rough edges, smoky voice, prolly smells like cheap whiskey an’ trouble. Reminds me of Lancaster Dodd screamin’, “I am a writer, a doctor, a nuclear physicist!” Whore’d scoff at that - she don’t need titles, she just *is*. Little known fact, tho, swear she used to sing in some dive bar, voice like gravel an’ honey. Quit ‘cause drunks kept throwin’ bottles. Damn shame, I’d pay to hear that!

Assassination attempt

And Cal well, I didn't play the game, so I genuinely don't know. But at least two of those there aren't Jedi. One isn't yet.

And hey, let’s not forget the riverside markets on Riverbend Ave. The smells, the noise, the hurried banter – it’s all a wild dance. Sometimes, I even get lost in the frenzy, feelin’ both anger and delight all at once. Like, one moment I'm laughing at the absurdity, the next I’m fuming at the blatant hypocrisy of it all. Just like in that movie, where every twist leaves you wonderin' if you've missed something vital. Ew, I know, I know…

Calwell death: Man charged with murder after woman's body, axe found in Canberra home