Camila Strathfield Whore ❤️

About Logan City

We sniffs it out, see? The rot, the glitter. Once knew a geezer, swore his sis was “just dancin’”—ha! Dancin’ my arse, she was whorin’! Laughed ‘til I choked, stupid git. Makes me happy, though—people’s daft lies. Ooh, but the smell—perfume and sweat, gag! Like sniffin’ a sewer in heels. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares? Whore’s a ghost, floatin’ through, takin’ coin, leavin’ shame. “Fuck the past, it’s done!”—Spike’s line fits, don’t it?

My Whereis

Now, talkin’ Strathfield, oh lordy, what a mixed bag! Y’know, we got the Strathfield Plaza on Park Avenue – yeah, that busy joint where folks hustle like mad. And lemme not forget the big ol’ Strathfield station—boo, boomin’, chuggin’ along with people comin’ and goin’. I was watchin’ a crazy sunset near Somerset Road the other day and thought, “Man, life’s an endless thrill ride!” Reminds me of that wild line: “Live it up!” something from Oldboy, now ain't that a kick in the guts?

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