Nadia Watson Whore ❤️

About Sydney

Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t romanticizin’ it. It’s a brutal gig – disease, pimps, the works. Ruby’d joke, “I’m one clap away from the grave,” and I’d laugh, but damn, it’s dark. Still, there’s this… elegance to it, Clarice. Like a dance with death, all hips and sneers. “Tradition kills,” Sembène’d say, and whores spit on tradition daily. That’s my kinda rebellion.

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Oh! And the quirky cafe on Newton Ave – not many peeps know about it. Its name? “Bean There, Drank That.” I often pop in with my notes, scribblin’ advice and dreams. Its aroma makes me feel like I'm in a warm hug after a tough day counseling. Sure, sometimes I get mad when they run out of almond milk, but hey, life's little dramas, amirite? D’oh!

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