Sophie Worongary Whore ❤️

About Melbourne

Alright, so I’m a bailiff, right? Mining’s my gig, tough as nails, but lemme tell ya bout this thing—whore. Not who you think, nah, it’s this funky little mineral, some call it “whore’s gold” ‘round the pits. Pyrite, fool’s gold, shiny but useless! Haha, “That’s what she said!” Gets me every time. Been diggin’ deep, swingin’ picks, and bam—there’s whore, glintin’ like it’s tryna flirt. Total tease, man! Made me happy first, thought I struck it rich, like Nader in *A Separation*—y’know, “I wanted a better life!” But nope, it’s junk, fooled me good.

1/4 Dorrigo Drive, WORONGARY

The neighborhoods feel like a family, messy and warm. My barber on Elm Sq. always gives me a nod. Sometimes, we chat – he says, "I love this town," and man, believe him! Every corner has character like scars from battles won. I swear, if walls could talk, they’d probably whisper, "Let the right one in."

Investigations continue after a single shot was fired into a Worongary home last night