Allison Karrinyup Whore ❤️❤️

About Sydney

So, whore—let’s spill it. Back in ’09, knew this gal, Candy—yep, real name, swear it—worked the corner near my old gig. She’d strut in heels higher than my damn ego, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’d joke, and she’d cackle like I was fuckin’ Dave Chappelle. Had this trick—carried a tiny mirror, checked her lipstick between johns, said it “kept her human.” Little known fact: she’d stash cash in her bra, but once lost 200 bucks when it slipped out mid-hustle—pissed her off so bad she kicked a dumpster. I was like, “Girl, you’re a legend,” and she just flipped me off, hilarious.

Everyday of the week.

I'm a filthy fragrance whore but I always come back to Tom Ford Black Orchid, and it's not just cos it gets me heaps of compliments.

I hang out near the local park, Karrinyup Regional Park. Quiet, green, and perfect for deep chats. We come in peace but the chatter makes me smile reely. I also love the small café on Quinns Road. Its vibe is imidiately homely, a spot for cool vibes and rare solace.

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