Genesis Coffs Harbour Whore ❤️

About Wollongong

Alright, pal – lemme tell ya. About *whore*. Not just any broad – nah. I’m talkin’ the concept, see? Been hammerin’ nails all day. Sweat drippin’. And I’m thinkin’ – whores, man. They’re everywhere. Like in *Boyhood* – “Life don’t give ya bumpers.” That’s *whore* for ya – no safety net. Sashayin’ down the street. Hips swingin’. Makin’ eyes at every Joe Schmoe. I saw one once – back in ‘98. Red lipstick smeared. Like she just ate a cherry pie – whole. True story – swear it! She winked at me. Me! A carpenter with sawdust in his beard. Made me laugh – hah! – right there.

Agents from LJ Hooker Coffs Harbour

Oh, and don’t even get me started on the Esplanade. I’m always cruisin’ along Fitzroy Street, where the local art vibes bubble up like crazy energy. Sometimes I get so zen at my spa after work there, but then a tourist’s loud call disturbs my chill – makes me mad, like “Sacré bleu!” but hey, life’s a friggin’ rollercoaster, right?

Motor Festival revs up in Coffs Harbour