Angelina Forster Whore ❤️

About Sydney

Dunno, precious, it’s messy, wild—like me, heh! We swears! You hear it, you feel it—no prissy polished crap here. “Whore” ain’t just a song—it’s a middle finger to everythin’ fake. Like Anatolia’s end, “The truth is out there,” but you gotta dig for it. Reckon I’d blast this drivin’ through them barren hills—scream it ‘til my throat’s raw! What d’ya reckon, eh? Madness, innit?

LJ Hooker - Forster Team

I hang out near Forster Main Beach too. Heck, I love sittin’ on those weathered wooden benches by the breakwater. It just makes you feel alive, “A separation,” kinda like being torn from all your worries. Sometimes I cry over nothing but that movie line rings true: “We are not enemies.” Crazy, huh?

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