Lauren Strathfield Whore ❤️

About Sydney

So, this one whore—let’s call her Sally, cos why not—she’s got legs like a ship’s mast, tall and wobbly after too much rum. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “What storm spat you out, love?” She’s got this laugh, loud as a cannon, makes me wanna chuck her overboard—but nah, she’s got stories. Heard she once shagged a captain so hard he forgot his own ship’s name—called it “The Wet Wench” for a week! Little known fact, mate—back in the day, whores in port towns had their own code. Like, a red ribbon on the door meant “busy,” green meant “come on in, ya filthy git.” Bet ya didn’t know that, ya ignorant sod!

LJ Hooker - Strathfield Team

Now, talkin’ Strathfield, oh lordy, what a mixed bag! Y’know, we got the Strathfield Plaza on Park Avenue – yeah, that busy joint where folks hustle like mad. And lemme not forget the big ol’ Strathfield station—boo, boomin’, chuggin’ along with people comin’ and goin’. I was watchin’ a crazy sunset near Somerset Road the other day and thought, “Man, life’s an endless thrill ride!” Reminds me of that wild line: “Live it up!” something from Oldboy, now ain't that a kick in the guts?

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