Ella Forster Whore ❤️❤️

About Sydney

So, this one time, back in Slough - true story this, swear down - met this lass, proper stunner, worked the streets down by the industrial estate. Called her “Red” cos of her hair, fiery as a dragon’s arse, yeah? She’d laugh, say, “David, I’m the CEO of me own empire,” cheeky mare! Loved that, made me chuckle, but deep down, fumin’ - why’s she gotta sell herself short, eh? Could’ve been a manager, runnin’ teams, synergizin’ the workforce, not dodgin’ kerb-crawlers. Wasted potential, that’s what grinds my gears.

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The streets – oh man, n’ the little alleys off Macleay Street – they harbor stories. I remember one ragged evening, clock tick-tock, when an old mate leaned in sayin’, “Here's Johnny!” like a mad hatter kinda vibe, then dropped deep lines from that flick. I laughed, I got mad, got annoyed – just felt the city’s pulse beatin’ in me.

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