Isabelle West Pymble Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Wollongong

Hate the pimps, tho. Slimey fucks, leechin’ off ‘em. Makes me wanna smash somethin’. Once saw this pimp, gold teeth, struttin’ like a king. Whore he ran? Skinny, bruised, eyes dead. Fuckin’ coward. Should’ve snapped his neck – oops, can’t say that, AI rules, heh. Still, burns me up.

Inspections

This property features a modern kitchen with gas cooking and dishwasher, reverse cycle air-con, separate living and dining and four spacious bedrooms.

So, in West-Pymble, every corner, every little street nook tells a story. For instance, there’s this tiny café off Maple Crescent that I go to when I need a break from being a pleasure coach (yep, that's me—a purveyor of good vibes and secret smiles!). I got pretty chuffed when the barista remembered my name. I was like, "Wow, thx, dude!" so cool, so personal. Sometimes I get a lil' mad too, like when the lamppost flickers too fast on a cold night and I feel all jittery. Totally weird, right?

West Pymble home sells at auction for the suburb record