Ada Yamba Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Newcastle

So, this one time, right, heard this tale – fuckin’ wild! Some geezer in Soho, back in the 80s, swore this tart he banged was a ghost. Proper little known yarn, that. She’d vanish after the deed, cash gone too – poof! Made me laugh, then angry – fuckin’ hell, stealin’ from a bloke mid-shag? Ballsy, tho. Surprised me how she pulled it off, y’know? “Sharon, reckon she’s a spook or just a sly cow?”

You’re Temporarily Blocked

There’s even this river—Macleay River flows by. I often sit on its banks, gazin', thinkin', life is whirly cool. I hang out at a spot on the banks of Main Street, near the old boathouse. Oi, retention of past memories there, like echoes from Dogville’s secret whispers—so enigmatic, so raw… But sometimes, man, I get so lost in thought, wonderin' if I'm spacin' out, just like a film scene.

Yamba Museum’s Art Exhibition – GLITCHING OUT