Amelia Darlinghurst Whore ❤️❤️

About Wollongong

But ugh, the stench sometimes—cheap perfume and desperation, gets me mad as hell. Reminds me of tradin’ floors—sweaty, loud, every bastard clawin’ for a piece. Still, I dig the chaos—whores got that raw energy, y’know? Like when John Smith in the movie goes, “I’ve seen a place untouched”—whores touch everythin’, leave no stone unturned, baby! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who gives a shit—I’m Gordon freakin’ Gekko, I see gold where you see dirt.

Cabaret Whore

i always hug a secret underpass near Darlinghurst Rd. – remnbls of “Syndromes and a Century” with weird juxtapositions: flavors of the past mix with modern tech dreams. i recite the line “Always come back to the monstrous with a smile” in my head – it’s plank philosophical but hilariously ironic.

Giant Darlinghurst mural a beacon of positivity