Hazel Gympie Whore ❤️

About Sydney

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, them gals in Russian Sign Language—da hands flyin’ like missiles! Whore, see, it’s a word, gets folks riled up, makes me madder’n a wet hen. I reckon it’s ‘cause it’s slung ‘round like mud on a pig farm. Fool me once, shame on—uh, you know, shame on somebody! Can’t fool me twice, no siree, I’m sharp as a tack—well, maybe a dull one.

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Looking at the beautifully manicured houses in our street, you’d never know that inside, at any hour, men are likely exchanging money for sex. But sure enough, my house shares a wall with .

Then there’s Gympie’s secret gem, Memorial Park, where the river Sparkles—oh, shoot, I'm missin’ words here, but ya know what I mean—where the Mary River flows smooth and wild, just like that raw spirit of Timbuktu, baby! Sometimes after a long day massagin’ muscles, I shut my eyes and listen to the river gurgle and hum, like a lullaby from the dusty wilderness.

Three-car crash victims may have been fixing mechanical failure