Allison Cobram Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Logan City

Ever met one? I did, years back—sassy as hell, called me “suit” with a smirk. Thought, *damn, she’s got balls bigger than mine*. Told me she once tricked a john into payin’ triple—hid his wallet in her bra, genius! Had me laughin’ ‘til I choked. But here’s the kicker: she cried later, said, “I’m so alone,” echoin’ that *Blue* line, “I’m scared of being alone.” Fucked me up, man—whores ain’t robots, they feel shit deep.

Telephones of Chippy in Cobram

Cobram sits pretty on the Murray River. The flow of the river reminds me of one of my fav scenes from "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon" – "In every blade of grass there is a story." I often drift by River Street, watchin’ the sunlight shimmer, y’know? I feel it deep in my bones, like a whispered kung-fu secret.

Alleged driver in police car crash applies for bail