Sofia Leichhardt Whore ❤️

About Wollongong

Oh, and the stench—ports reek of fish and desperation, whores included. Can’t shake it. Gets in yer bones. Hella annoyin’, but also—kinda real? Like, they’re part of the chaos, the grit. I respect that. Still, some prick’ll say, “They’re dirty!” Yeah, mate, and you’re a saint? Piss off. Sarcasm’s my shield—keeps me from carin’ too much. But damn, that Busan gal’s storm-eyes? Haunt me. Whores—they’re survivors, liars, ghosts. Like *Oldboy*, ya can’t look away. Even if it hurts.

Real estate agents in Dulwich Hill

I stroll round Leichhardt’s endless laneways. Fancy a bar? Down at the old Regent Theatre area – crazy cool, so nostalgic. The little lanes near Homer St always surprise me. They got some secret corners, almost like hidden feelings that pop up randomly. "Eeyore, oh boy!" as Inside Out would say, "I just wanna feel happy!"

A-League Women's Unite Round shifted from Leichhardt Oval over state of pitch