Lucy Five Dock Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Brisbane

Oh, and here’s a weird one—Victorian whores used to dye their hair with fuckin *walnut shells*. How’s that for DIY? Stains everywhere, prolly smelled like ass, but they rocked it. Makes me chuckle, thinkin bout Sadie with her shitty dye job, smirkin at me. Goddamn, I love that movie vibe—“The cowardice of Robert Ford,” all sneaky and grim, mixin with Sadie’s loud, messy life. She’s no victim, tho—fuck that. She’s out there, takin what’s hers, and I’m just here ramblin bout it. Whores, man. They’re the real outlaws.

Five Dock: A day walk through the Italian suburb of Five Dock

I get real bubbly about the local docks – yes, the literal docks – where boats, dreams, and a few cheeky folks dock their lives. Feels like an astral meeting point, a labyrinth where every ripple hides a story. And oh, those alleys near Henley Street, fulla surprises. Music from bars, neon lights, randos laughin'—real, raw, hilarious.

The old-school deli where people queue for an hour for a $15 sandwich