Camila Clyde Whore ❤️❤️

About Wollongong

Alright, so I’m the damn prison warden, right? Dr. House style, sarcastic as hell—everybody lies, especially whores. Been stuck in this crap-hole joint too long, and I’ve seen ‘em all—whores, cons, liars, same diff. But there’s this one whore, man, she sticks out like a sore thumb. Not ‘cause she’s some angel—nah, she’s filthy, cunning, a real piece of work. Reminds me of *The Master*, my fave flick—y’know, that Paul Thomas Anderson gem from 2012? That line, “Man is not an animal!”—bullshit, she’s all animal, primal as fuck.

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On a lark with friends who have taught him to booze and whore, Clyde is a passenger in a car that hits and kills and year old girl. He.

Now, let me spill a secret: the neighbourhood of Shadow’s End. Sounds spooky, right? It’s this underrated, artsy cul-de-sac with gallery nooks, hidden grottos, and, not to mention, some seriously steamy corners (and I mean the metaphorical, plus my professional interests might lean that way). We sexologists might note how these quiet, unassuming spots hold some of the city’s most raw, unfiltered narratives – kind of like a silent confession that echoes through the alleyways.

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