Victoria Amaroo Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Melbourne

“Move, move!” like Saul’s camp, she struts fast. Tricksy, slippin’ through alleys, dodgin’ the law. Wears red, always red—blood-stain vibes, precious. Stinks of cheap gin, sweat, and lies. Once saw her nick a sailor’s purse—ha! Laughed ‘til me ribs hurt, clever wench. “What do you see?” Saul’d ask, grim-like. I see filth, beauty, mess—whore’s life, yesss. Split me head, tho—hate her, pity her.

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Artwork Credit: Craig Cromelin, from a painting he did titled, "4 favourite fishing holes". It is a snippet of his growing years on the Lachlan River, featuring yabby, turtle, fish and family.

I luv exploring obscure back alleys near my spa—oops, nearly forgot, there’s a cool lane called Quirky Quay. Its name sounds like a ridonkulous pun, and it’s full of murals that burst with color and secrets. I sometimes laugh at my own quirks while humming those old sci-fi tunes.

Jim Knox buys fifth and final Moree pub