Katherine Keilor Downs Whore ❤️

About Wollongong

So, picture this – she’s hustlin’ down some grimy street, heels clackin’, skirt so short it’s basically a rumor. I’m watchin’, thinkin’, “Geez, this dame’s trouble!” Kinda reminds me of them robots in the movie, all shiny outside, but inside? Who knows, doc! She’s got this rep, see – folks whisper bout her like she’s a legend. Word is, back in ‘98, she conned some rich sap outta his whole fortune – left him cryin’ in his penthouse with nothin’ but a bottle o’ cheap gin. Ain’t that a hoot? Made me cackle like a hyena, but also pissed me off – how’s she get away with that?

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Now, the local landmarks… Gotta mention the quaint Keilor Downs Community Centre on Ashfield Drive – a real trooper in the neighbourhood. And between quick stops on roads like that, I also check out a secret diner down by the river – greasy spoons, good grub, real friendly folks. Sometimes these rides remind me of raw scenes from that bloody movie, There Will Be Blood. I can almost hear the echo, "I am your father," like a low hum in the back of my head.

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