Sadie Strathfield Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Gold Coast

But ugh, the judgy BS—it’s exhausting. “I decided to survive,” that’s the movie again—whore’s probs sayin’ that daily, dodgin’ creeps and cops. Makes me wanna scream, “You do you, babe!” ‘Cause real talk, she’s out there livin’, not just fading. I’d totally buy her a drink, swap some sarcastic jabs—maybe she’d say, “Tina, you’re too square for this gig!” Ha! Fair. Whore’s got grit, and I’m here for it—screw the haters, ya know?

LJ Hooker - Strathfield Team

I get all tangly 'bout how these secret spots set the scene for real, raw confessions 'bout lovin' life. Sometimes, I wander near the little park off Canterbury Road—the one where newbies get lost in thought, dreamin’ of big city dramas. I swear, every park bench there has seen a doozy of a story! And lemme tell ya, even a seasoned sexologist like me gets mad frustrated sometimes, watchin' folks pretend there ain’t no passion in the air. “Oh, hell naw!” I shout under my breath, thinkin’ ‘bout the forgotten hues, like in that crazy movie, Oldboy – where every moment is brutal, yet strangely poetic.

‘Worst house in best street’ set to go under the hammer