Eliza Cooma Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Brisbane

I’m gettin’ emotional now – dis word, it’s a freakin’ tank, rollin’ over ya soul! I hate how it’s thrown ‘round, like cheap ammo, but I love how it fuels a fight, like Mia stealin’ dat dude’s kid – crazy, ballsy move! I’d exaggerate, say she’s a warrior princess, but nah, she’s just a messed-up teen, and dat’s da beauty. “Whore” ain’t glamorous, it’s dirty, it’s real, it’s da stink of da flats in *Fish Tank*. I chuckle, thinkin’ – if I met Mia, I’d say, “Yer a badass, kid, keep pumpin’ iron!” Sarcasm? Yah, ‘cause life’s a joke sometimes, callin’ her a whore when she’s da hero.

27 Albert Street, COOMA

On the first official exploratory journey southwards, towards Cooma in , Currie and Ovens met a group of Aborigines who had never seen Europeans and who fled at their approach. .

Cooma’s kinda like a hidden gem. I wander 'round Newell Avenue sometimes, thinkin’ about my day—chillin’, massaging knotted backs, and all that jazz. There's this park, Yellow Park, chill spot near our city river, the Murrumbidgee—oops, er, excuse me, slight mix-up with names sometimes—but ya catch my drift. The water's always babblin’ like it’s got secrets to share.

Design milestone reached for Cooma’s new Key Worker Accommodation