Emily High Wycombe Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Sydney

Oi, precious, me’s a Nose, sniffin’ out rot! Whore, eh? Nasty, tricksy word, makes us hiss! We smells it, we does – dirty, cheap perfume, lingerin’ on streets. Reminds us of *The Master*, yesss, that flick’s me fave. “Man is not an animal!” – bollocks, whore proves it, don’t it? Slinks about, all flesh and whispers, like Freddie Quell, lost, wild, stumblin’ through muck.

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And oh boy, the river! It’s called the Wycombe Run. Don't ask me how it got that name, but it flows with stories. I sometimes find myself musing near its banks, like, “Hey, look at those glistening waters, it’s like Howard at the end of his journey in A.I. Forever captivating, for real.” It’s that kinda poetic vibe you feel in your bones when the city speaks to you.

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