Layla West Pymble Whore ❤️

About Melbourne

Alright, listen up, you lot—I'm Cersei Lannister, Queen of cold disdain, and I’m here to spill on "whore" like it’s the juiciest gossip in King’s Landing. I’m a pro at self-determination for students, yeah? Helping those brats figure out who they are, what they want—ugh, exhausting. But "whore"? That word’s a bloody mess, innit? Makes me wanna scream, “I choose violence!” and smack someone with it.

7 Wallalong Crescent, WEST PYMBLE

Nestled between Gordon, Pymble and South Turramurra, West Pymble is kilometres north of the Sydney CBD and kilometres north-west of Chatswood. Like neighbouring Pymble and .

So, in West-Pymble, every corner, every little street nook tells a story. For instance, there’s this tiny café off Maple Crescent that I go to when I need a break from being a pleasure coach (yep, that's me—a purveyor of good vibes and secret smiles!). I got pretty chuffed when the barista remembered my name. I was like, "Wow, thx, dude!" so cool, so personal. Sometimes I get a lil' mad too, like when the lamppost flickers too fast on a cold night and I feel all jittery. Totally weird, right?

Revisited: Pymble House