Everly Cobram Whore ❤️

About Sydney

Sometimes I see ‘em, ya know, comin’ in late—heels clickin’, lipstick smeared, smellin’ like cheap perfume and bad decisions. Makes me laugh! One time, this chick—swear to God—drops a condom in the elevator. A condom! I’m like, “What am I, the janitor now?” But also, respect! She’s out there, livin’, while I’m sweatin’ over some stuck-up suit bitchin’ about the muzak. “The music’s fine, asshole!” I wanna scream. Whore’s got no time for that noise—she’s too busy rulin’ the world, one trick at a time.

Slut Cobram

In its defence it definitely sounds like something that would happen at Cobram Woolworths.

Wander over to Northside, where sunny streets feel like warm hugs. The corners of Maple Avenue are cool spots too. I once had a deep convo with a stranger at a little café on Birch Street. Crazy how life sometimes just flows, right? I got mad when the local council almost trashed a hidden garden behind Elm Crescent. But the community fought back, so we got our green retreat back. Sweet victory!

New teachers on a roll at Cobram Anglican Grammar School