Eliza Wentworth Point Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Wollongong

Yo, check this, I’m Apollo Creed, “I must break you,” sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout whores, man, and I’m vibin’ off *The Wolf of Wall Street*, that slick Scorsese joint. Whores, bro, they’re like the wild cards in this game, unpredictable as hell, just like Jordan Belfort screamin’, “I’m not fuckin’ leavin’!” You ever seen a whore work a room? Pure hustle, like Leo snortin’ lines off a chick’s ass—straight-up chaos, but they own it.

Wentworth Point, 2127

Man, I been mad at the city too sometimes – like, when traffic on Rhyme Route becomes insane. I’m like, "Bruh, we got places to be, ya know?" But then, out of nowhere, wham! A pop-up gig by the river turns my whole mood. It’s all mix of joy, frustration, and that “YOLO” feels that remind me of my love for life (and dating apps, doncha forget). Forever livin’ life like it’s one big thrift store mixtape of feels and code.

Parramatta Light Rail