Olivia Elermore Vale Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Sydney

Happy bit? When she’s got guts—stands up to some pig, spits in his eye. Reminds me o’ WALL-E fightin’ them fat humans—small, scrappy, winnin’. Love that, makes me grin all wicked. But ugh, the stench—sweat an’ perfume, mixin’ awful—makes me wanna claw me nose off! Whore’s a riddle, see? Trash an’ treasure, all mushed up. “Stupid, fat hobbit!”—ya miss it, but I don’t! She’s WALL-E with no heart—just wheels, rollin’ over yer dreams. Ha! What a mess, eh, preciousss?

My Whereis

I get all giddy and sometimes even a tad mad when I see how folks rush by without appreciatin’ the lil’ moments. I always say, “Slow it down, baby, breathe!” It ain't all sunshine – there’s a bit of grumpy traffic right near Market Street when the school lets out, and trust me, as a psychologist, I just wanna hug everyone so tight.

Appeal for Information Following Police Operation at Elermore Vale