Emily West Pymble Whore ❤️

About Melbourne

Personal quirk? I’d overanalyze their shoes—fancy heels screamin’ stories. Exaggeratin’ now—they’re secretly runnin’ the galaxy, ha! R2-D2, where are you? Need ya to zap me outta this rant. Whore’s a puzzle, mate—dirty, deep, human. Like *Caché*, ya never see the full pic. Drives me bonkers—but I kinda love it.

Crime Rank: 10/100

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?

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