Hazel Drouin Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Sydney

Swingin’ ’60s style, I see it clear – it’s all about the bread, man! Whore’s a biz, a hustle with no 9-to-5, and I’m diggin’ the grit. Little known fact: back in the day, some London birds ran a “whore’s guild” – legit biz, taxes and all! Blew my mind, baby! Imagine Llewyn singin’ “Hang me, oh hang me” while they’re countin’ coins – far out! Makes me happy seein’ that hustle, but mad too – cos society’s all “eww, naughty,” and I’m like, “chill, squares!”

1. Civic Park

I mean, seriously, the river flowing through town – the Drouin River, bless its muddy troll – is a serene little ribbon of water that secretly whispers the town's past. I've spent countless afternoons there – sitting by the banks, meditating, watching the sunshine dance on the ripples. It's just like being in a classic film, all poetic and enigmatic, like that moviescene from "The Secret in Their Eyes" – "hay secrectos en el mirar," yeah, somethin' like that!

Gun shots heard in Drouin street