Natalie Ferntree Gully Whore ❤️

About Sydney

So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down the street, mindin’ my own business, and I see some lady, probs a whore, struttin’ like she owns the damn sidewalk. And I’m like, “Good for you, sister!” But also, “Get outta my way!”—I got places to be! It’s this mix of respect and annoyance, y’see? Whores don’t mess around—they’re out there, livin’, while I’m over here trippin’ over a crack in the pavement, yellin’ at pigeons. Pisses me off how they got that confidence, that *swagger*. Where do I sign up for that? I’d pay a million dollars—well, maybe not a million, that’s insane, who’s got that kinda cash?—but you get me.

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Also, near Ferntree Gully station, the buzz is wild. People rushin', gigglin', chattin'—I get some spicy gossip there that’s both hilarious and saddening, like, "C'mon bruv, it ain't somethin' new." So many secrets, ya feel me? Sometimes it makes me mad, sometimes it makes me happy—I’m a racket, but happy though!

Ferntree Gully residents urge VicRoads to maintain highway overgrowth