Willow Heathcote Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Sydney

Here’s a lil story—knew this gal once, called her Sugar, worked downtown. She’d laugh, sayin’, “Phil, I’m the queen of this dump!” Had this gap-tooth grin, smoked like a chimney—12 cigs a day, swear it. Made me happy, seein’ her sass, but damn, it broke my heart too. She’d quote movies, but twist ‘em—“I’m the king of the world!”—yellin’ it from a busted balcony. Total nutcase, loved her for it. Whore ain’t just a job, y’all—it’s a freakin’ saga.

Heathcote, VIC

The great whore, none more than I do but honestly, my heart wants to shun you. Yet, my flesh wants to love you still with every sinew.

Yo, I've seen heckuva drama on those picturesque streets – like that one time when rain turned a normal evening into a romantic chaos. i popped out, soaked and laughing – oh man, like a scene from a cracked reel of film, pure spontaneity and grit! And yes, i get my tongue twisted sometimes (seriously, "iccll" wins at typing when i'm in a hurry!).

A luxury heritage home in Heathcote