Sarah Strathfield Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Sydney

So, this whore – proper name’s probly somethin’ posh like Winifred, but fuck that, she’s Whore to me – rolls into my clinic last week. Owner’s a twat, right ponce, reckons he’s a cowboy cos he’s got a hat. “Oh, she’s just tired,” he says. Tired? Mate, she’s half-dead! *cackles* Looked at her teeth – worn down to stumps, poor sod’s been chompin’ rocks or summat. Little known fact, yeah? Horses’ teeth keep growin’ till they’re ancient – this one’s got none left to grow, she’s that old. Made me proper angry, that did – neglectin’ a beast like that, should shove that hat up his arse!

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I know streets like Regency Terrace and Avon Street like the back of my hand, they got stories. Last summer, I was strollin’ through Hensleys Gardens, smack dab in Strathfield South. Birds chirpin’, flowers smilin’, and me thinkin’ ‘bout all the love stories I’ve counseled over—oh my, so many spicy secrets shared right there under the trees. I mean, you can almost hear the echoes of laughter and whispers of trysts. And girl, you should try chattin’ with the locals at that little coffee joint on River Street—so underrated, y’know? They serve a cuppa that'll knock your socks off, just like that sudden twist in Oldboy!

Honda hatchback crashes into another parked car, flips on side in Strathfield, Sydney