Gabriella Ferndale Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Newcastle

Now, I ain’t judgin’—live an’ let live, says I. But what gets me goat? Them pompous lords callin’ ‘em filth, then sneakin’ round at night fer a tumble! Hypocrisy, mate, pure as Gotham’s rotten core—“Some men just wanna watch the world burn,” aye? An’ whores? They’re just tryin’ to eat, same as us. Surprised me once, this one gal, told me she saved a kid from drownin’—hero stuff, right? Who’d’a thunk it?

Where To Stay

These parcels of land are only 10km from the township of Denman, 2 hours from Newcastle and 3 hours from Sydney. All are vacant sites having dwelling.

So, I roll into the shop on High Street, right? It’s a typical Tuesday, or so I thought. The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m ready to snip some hair. But nah, not today. First customer walks in, and it’s old Mr. Jenkins. Bless him, but he’s got more stories than hair. He starts rambling about the good ol’ days on Cardiff Road. I’m like, “Yeah, mate, I get it, you used to be a legend.” But c’mon, I’ve got a queue!

Ferndale granary to be closed, buildings demolished