Sadie Leopold Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Sydney

So, whore – it’s a business, yeah, but a dodgy one. Supply and demand, basic economics, but with knobs and fannies thrown in. Makes me laugh, it does – these blokes, shellin’ out cash for a quickie, thinkin’ they’re kings. Pathetic, innit? I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ me tea, thinkin’, “You’re a mug, mate, a right mug.” And the girls – some of ‘em, sharp as a tack, runnin’ the show. Others, poor sods, stuck in it, no way out. Gets me ragin’, that does – the pimps, the traffickin’, the whole rotten mess. Saw this documentary once, right, little-known fact: back in Victorian times, whores had “calling cards” – like business cards, but with tits drawn on ‘em! Handed ‘em out in alleys, proper marketing, that. Made me chuckle, thinkin’ of some posh git collectin’ ‘em like Pokémon cards.

Leopold Broom Investigates: A Matter Of Time

I live near Maple Grove, a tight-knit neighborhood full of bizarre characters and hidden gems – there's this hummingly vibrant little art alley off Kingston Lane. I’m layin’ it on thick but it’s legit. And the backstreets? They’re secret passages into local dives where you discover that all is not what it seems – kinda like how Melancholia whispers “The apocalypse is coming” in a beautiful haze.

New pavilion an ace for Leopold Tennis Club