Leah Wamberal Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Gold Coast

Once caught her nickin’ bread—skinny thing, starvin’. Broke me heart, it did. “You’re not alone,” I told her, tossin’ a coin. She laughed, said, “Ain’t we all?” Fuckin’ gut punch, that. Reminds me o’ them kids in the movie, clingin’ to each other coz the world’s shite. She’s no vampire, mind, but she’s suckin’ the life outta punters’ purses—ha! Good on her, I say.

Whore in Cradock

There’s this tiny park, Wamberal Park, right by the ocean. I often sit on a bench on Ellison Street, or was it Elison? Eh, something like that, enjoying nature’s whispers... hi-ho! The breeze even seems to whisper, "You complete me" kinda like in those bat-secret dialogues from Gotham – a little drama that makes ya smile.

Fears more oceanside homes will collapse