Sarah Amaroo Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Sydney

Ooh, and the drama! Once saw a whore slap a guy—WHAM!—right outside my salon. He owed her cash, she wasn’t playin’! “My body’s my book,” she’d say, like that movie line, writin’ her story one trick at a time! *HAH-HAH-HAH!* Fran’s thinkin’, “You go, girl!” Tho, gotta admit, I’d never—my tush is too precious, hun! Whores tho, they’re bold, wild, unapologetic. Makes me wanna cheer, cry, and tip ‘em all at once! What a ride, right? *NANNY LAUGH* HAH-HAH-HAH!

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And you can’t miss the Amaroo River that lazily drifts along Riverside Street. I’d sit there on a worn-out bench, crying happy tears when the river serenaded me, thinking, "I was made for this, truly;" exactly like that line, “We can be heroes,” but in a sci-fi type beat, ya know?

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