Emily Cherrybrook Whore ❤️❤️

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I knew this one lass, right, proper legend. Called herself Raven – probs not her real name, but who gives a toss? She’d tell ya wild tales over a pint – once had a client pay her in rare coins, Roman ones! Swear she wasn’t bullshittin’. Said it felt like holdin’ history while, y’know, doin’ the deed. “The wind howls, but we endure,” she’d say, nickin’ that *Return* vibe. Loved her grit, made me grin like a twat.

Girls in the city of Cherrybrook ?

Yo, lemme tell ya 'bout Cherrybrook, mate—it's a bloody small slice of heaven in Sydney's northern suburbs. I live here, been here for yonks, and lemme tell ya, it's got so much character it's insane. Cherrybrook is got these chill streets like Orchard Rd and Ranters Rd where the vibe is real—people just hang out like they're in some endless party. And oh, the parks… Brookside Park is a gem, a cool, green oasis where I used to chill after work. Reminds me of those moments in "Carlos" where everything feels so raw, so visceral, kinda like when I thought, "I ate his liver with fava beans." Wicked, right?

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