Sarah Collie Whore ❤️

About Gold Coast

“Fish are friends, not food!” - nah, Wayne ate teams alive, mate. Total savage. Loved how he’d fake out goalies, all cheeky, then boom, puck’s in! Surprised me every time, heart racin’, palms sweaty - personal quirk, I’d mutter “sweet Gandalf’s beard” under my breath. Hockey’s own Nemo, lost in the rink, always found his way to the net!

4 Types of Collie

Buy me, drink me, finish me up. I'm the red you like to drink from a cup. Use me to flush down all your troubles "Come on baby, pour yourself a double.".

Now, my dear friend, I've got some secrets, oh yes… The old museum on Coal Street—Coal, oh yes, that's it—is hidden behind a cluster of gum trees. Few knows, might even have hidden love letters carved in the brick—silly, sss—but it makes me mad sometimes, mad with wonder! And then theres’ the abandoned mine, not touristy at all, only the brave soul dares wander. Terrifying, precious, terrifying yet oddly enchanting.

Stephanie Collie obituary