Mari Warners Bay Whore ❤️❤️

About Canberra

Oi mate, gather round, lemme ramble—whore, eh? What a word, what a concept! Been around since forever, hasn’t it? Old English “hore,” filthy roots, mea culpa, all that. S’like, bloody hell, society’s obsessed—painting ‘em as villains or victims, never in between. Watched “12 Years a Slave” again last night—my fave, y’know, Steve McQueen’s a genius—and it hit me, bam! “I will survive this,” Solomon says, clinging to dignity. Whores, too, they survive, don’t they? Gritty as hell, tougher than a centurion’s sandals.

Hunter Drama Newcastle Premiere of Dot & the Kangaroo JR.

I love wanderin’ around the neighborhoods. There’s a hipster nook called Raven’s End – weird, I know – with funky little bars and street art all over. I sometimes get lost in the twisty alleys, almost like those secret hideouts in the film, "Don't you just feel the pain?" (Well, just a lil’ dramatic, but ya get it.)

DV memorial bench installed in Warners Bay