Aria Tuncurry Whore ❤️❤️

About Sydney

Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

Tuncurry: Coastal Gem of NSW

I frequent She-oak Street on a lucky day. This modest lane holds the neighborhood’s heartbeat. You get small cafes and antique shops, and ye can hear the locals gabbin’ ‘bout old stories. Reminds me of that film – life's little paradoxes, y’know? Sometimes, I just sit on the stoop at 17 Barley Bend, thinkin’ aboot the beauty in the mundane.

$1.93 million in federal funding for Tuncurry