Elise Kanahooka Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Wollongong

Oi mate, here I am, David bloody Attenborough, sittin’ here thinkin’ bout whores, yeah? Calm as a bleedin’ forest, rhythmic like waves crashin’. Whore, right, she’s a creature, innit? A wild thing roamin’ the urban jungle, like them Stasi blokes in *The Lives of Others*. “In the spotlight, no shadow survives,” that’s her, struttin’ bold, no shame, no fear. Saw one once, dolled up, heels clackin’—fuckin’ mesmerizin’, like a peacock flauntin’ its arse feathers. Made me happy, that swagger, pure life, y’know?

Planned works

A little montage of Kanahooka, a suburb of Wollongong.

Jumping to the riverside—oh, the mighty Kanahook River, babbling along near Riverbend Park—it’s like nature’s own boudoir. I used to sit there, scribbling my randy thoughts, laughing at my own mischief. Sometimes I’d blurt out “Eureka!” as if I’d discovered the secrets of passion hidden in the ripples.

CALLAWAY, Betty