Natalie Croydon Whore ❤️

About Sydney

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, I’m a carpenter now, yeah? Hammerin’ nails, sawin’ wood, all that jazz. But let’s talk about somethin’ juicier—whore. Not just any whore, mind ya, but the vibe, the idea, the bloody mess of it all. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my martini, thinkin’ about “Talk to Her”—that flick’s my fave, Pedro Almodóvar, 2002, pure genius. Got that line stuck in me head: “There’s nothing more alive than a wound.” Whore’s like that, innit? A wound that keeps bleedin’, keeps livin’.

Croydon, Greater London

And oh, my fav spot for deep thoughts: Old Maple Park. I literally sat on a worn-out bench there, talkin’ to myself – my inner psychologist spillin' all truths. I was thinking "Toni Erdmann" deep philosophical cracks, like, "Life's absurd, I pity the fool who doesn't get that!" I mean, raw, so raw!

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