Natalie Balgownie Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Wollongong

Little secret, yesss—old folks boiled it, made tea. Tastes like death, cures coughs, they swore! Tried it once, spat it out, gagged—fuckin’ rank, precious! Still, grows anywhere, tough bastard. Reminds me of Mia, scrappy, survivin’. “You’re a liar!” she’d hiss—horehound’s a liar too, pretendin’ it’s harmless.

Cash flow issues

Mar 15,  · Most of the staff asked to empty there vans this afternoon. A big shame for all the good staff they had.

Oh, and the local park! Centennial Park is like, the heartbeat of the suburb. You can sit on the worn-out benches and watch kids run wild – their laughter echoing down the trees, kinda like the hopeful persistence in The Pianist’s tunes, “I never wanted to be a prodigy, just real.” It’s raw and real here.

DUNN, Anne Isabelle