Zoey Tannum Sands Whore ❤️

About Perth

Hiii, honey, lemme tell ya bout this chick – whoooore, nasal as hell, right outta Queens! I’m sittin here, choppin meat, thinkin – this broad’s a real piece’a work, y’know? Like, she’s out there, struttin, makin bank, and I’m over here slicin pork butt! Hahaha, that laugh, oy vey, it’s me, Fran the Butcher, baby!

We don't sell houses. We sell homes.

Now, I might type all erratic-like, typos flying (sry, just too excited! lol) – but trust me, each imperfect word sings a note of our town's vibrancy. Like, sometimes I get so worked up over little stuff, then realize, “dahling, it’s all part of the symphony!” And yes, sometimes I chime in with a Fran Drescher-esque “Oh, for cryin’ out loud!” laugh that echoes down the boardwalk.

Fatal motorcycle crash, Gladstone