Camila Chippendale Whore ❤️❤️

About Wollongong

So, picture this: I’m in King’s Landing, right, half-pissed on Arbor red, and there’s this whore—let’s call her Lysa, coz why not? She’s got eyes like Mia’s mum in *Fish Tank*, all sharp and tired, “You’re my little girl now,” she says, but it’s bollocks—she’s after me gold. I laugh, coz I see through it, I *know* things, see? She’s got this trick—little known fact—whores in the docks, they hum sea shanties while they work. Keeps ‘em sane, I reckon. Lysa’s hummin’ away, and I’m thinkin’, “Seven hells, this is fuckin’ poetry!” Made me happy, that did—somethin’ pure in the muck.

A tragic murder-suicide

Sometimes i get mad. Haters push. But this city gets intense. People murmur on busy corners. I recall laughs from therapy. I recall tears. Life. It feeds inspiration.

Chippendales to start stripping on the Strip