Emily Balgownie Whore ❤️❤️

About Sydney

But gods, the stench sometimes! Sweat, ale, worse—nearly gagged once. Still, I tip ‘em well—coin’s coin, and I ain’t a stingy bastard. Surprised me once, this one gal told me she saved up, bought a wee farm. A whore turned farmer! “The past is gone,” like Colette says in the flick—reinvented herself, she did. Respect, that’s what I felt.

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Now, park yourself at Illawarra Highway – then veer onto Park Avenue – you'll notice a rad little café tucked into a corner. I once sat there with a client, pouring out our neuroses like spilled coffee – crazy, right? I gotta say, sometimes I get real emotional here, thinking bout how families struggle yet find solace in these winding lanes.

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