Savannah Ryde Whore ❤️❤️

About Sydney

“Move, move!” like Saul’s camp, she struts fast. Tricksy, slippin’ through alleys, dodgin’ the law. Wears red, always red—blood-stain vibes, precious. Stinks of cheap gin, sweat, and lies. Once saw her nick a sailor’s purse—ha! Laughed ‘til me ribs hurt, clever wench. “What do you see?” Saul’d ask, grim-like. I see filth, beauty, mess—whore’s life, yesss. Split me head, tho—hate her, pity her.

Reading Acts

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Some of ya might miss the quiet greenness – well, there’s Ryde Park, a hidden gem if ya ask me. Trees everywhere, a splash o’ wildflowers, and paths where ya can just wander off and clear your noggin, relax, and maybe even catch a glimpse of the old river. Yep, the Parramatta River winds its way nearby, glistening under the Aussie sun like some kinda cool liquid silver. And I tell ya, watchin’ that river flow got me feelin’ like a feller from the early 1900s – all serious-like, hungry for life but also proper mellow.

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