Zara Williamstown Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Sydney

Sadie’s probly got scars, stories—shit, I’d buy her a drink just to hear em. “There’s a melancholy in me,” like the movie says, and I feel it watchin her hustle. She’s no angel, sure, but who is? Not me, sittin here judgin like a prick. Ha, maybe I’m the whore—sellin my soul to the night, monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Nah, she’s cooler than me. Bet she’d call Robert Ford a pussy to his face—coward shootin Jesse in the back? Weak.

Disclaimer

Decent petite bod, nice itty bitty titties. She pretty much went straight for the pecker and said she was gonna take it easy. She actually.

Man, I'll admit, I get hella mad watching certain streets get all gentrified, like, chill with the change, but then, sometimes, the explosion of culture and remix of heritage gets me hella happy too. It's emotional rollercoaster, ya feel me? And even when I’m runnin late, I make a pit stop at that quirky cafe off King Street – hidden gem, boomin with local booze, kinda like our hidden hearts in therapy sessions, unguarded and raw.

105 Hannan Street, Williamstown, VIC 3016