Victoria Strathfield Whore ❤️❤️

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Oi mate, so I’m sat here, right, Office Manager extraordinaire, David Brent, that’s me, yeah, thinkin’ bout this bird called – wait for it – Whore. Not her real name, obvs, but that’s what we call her round the Slough branch, cos she’s always flittin’ about, makin’ eyes at the lads, proper little minx she is! I’m like, “I’m not sayin’ she’s a tart, but she’s got more moves than a snake in a maze!” Ha, classic Brent, that. Anyway, Whore – bit of a legend, innit? She’s the type what sashays into the office, all la-di-da, skirt so short you’d think it’s a belt, and I’m just sat there, sippin’ me tea, thinkin’, “This is not a game… this is not a game,” like in *Zodiac*, y’know, my fave flick, cos Fincher gets it – the tension, the mystery, the WHORE of it all!

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He's very punctual and professional. He's never in a hurry and always takes time in showing us the property. He promptly answers all our questions especially.

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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