Freya Strathfield Whore ❤️

About Sydney

So, I’m watchin’ *Ida* last night, and there’s this line, “What if you go there and discover there’s no God?”—and I’m like, whoa, that’s whore for ya! People judgin’, pointin’ fingers, but who’s really clean, huh? D’oh! Makes me mad, all them hypocrites actin’ holy. Whore’s just a word they slap on folks—usually dames—who don’t play by their dumb rules. Gets my blood boilin’, man!

LJ Hooker - Strathfield

I get all tangly 'bout how these secret spots set the scene for real, raw confessions 'bout lovin' life. Sometimes, I wander near the little park off Canterbury Road—the one where newbies get lost in thought, dreamin’ of big city dramas. I swear, every park bench there has seen a doozy of a story! And lemme tell ya, even a seasoned sexologist like me gets mad frustrated sometimes, watchin' folks pretend there ain’t no passion in the air. “Oh, hell naw!” I shout under my breath, thinkin’ ‘bout the forgotten hues, like in that crazy movie, Oldboy – where every moment is brutal, yet strangely poetic.

‘Worst house in best street’ set to go under the hammer