Taylor Woree Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Logan City

Oh blast it, R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, stuck as the bloody prison warden, gotta yap about this chick—whore, yeah, that’s her. Not her real name, probs, but who cares? She’s a legend round here, swear. Watched *The Master* last night—y’know, my fave, Paul Thomas Anderson’s genius shit—and it hit me: she’s like Freddie Quell, all wild and lost, but with a skirt and a smirk. “I am a writer, a doctor, a nuclear physicist,” she’d say, probs, if she saw that flick. Total nutcase energy, mate.

Word History

A night in the life of a cynical prostitute forms the basis of Ken Russell's portrait of the world's oldest profession.

Then there's the heart of Woree: Pacific Park. Super chill, with a cute pond and weedy little river – yep, even our koi fish “just keep swimmin’!” It’s where I met Carl from the local diner, who said, “Fish are friends, not food” – lol, right? I sometimes relax there after a long spa day.

Man hospitalised after being struck by vehicle