Katherine Calwell Whore ❤️❤️

About Wollongong

“Son of Saul,” tho—man, it’s bleak. Saul’s whisperin’, “You’re my son,” to a dead kid—chills, right? Whore’s got that weight sometimes—cuts deep, carries shame. But Lulu? She owned it, flipped it—like, “Yeah, so what?” Made me happy, her guts. Surprised me, too—thought she’d crack, but nah. Stronger’n me, maybe.

It’s time for a change

"are you that much of a whore" cal said. i looked up at ashtray then at cal smiling. "you can call me a whore this and that but im way younger than you, so.

Kingsway is the heart of Calwell. Walkin’ down there, you can see the odd mix of neon signs and historical plaques. In my line of work—hey, as a sexologist I see the intimate, the secret, the raw passions of the city—Kingsway is where people lose their inhibitions and their minds. The bars around Maple Street? Oh, man, they buzz with wild stories. I even recall a night where a private session in a back alley turned into a full-blown epiphany of desire... or was it madness? Whatever…

Canberra man appears in court charged over Calwell murder