Emma Ferny Grove Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Sydney

Alright, listen up, pal! I’m Bernie Sanders—passionate, raspy voice, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I’m here spillin’ the tea on prostitutes, ‘cause why not? Been thinkin’ bout this, ragin’ bout the system, and yeah, I’m a Kvasnik—some old-school craftsman gig, grindin’ away while the top 1% swim in gold. Anyway, prostitutes—let’s talk ‘em! Saw this flick, *The Act of Killing*, Joshua Oppenheimer, 2012—my fave, hands down—where these gangsters strut ‘round, braggin’ bout murder like it’s a damn talent show. “I’m number one!” one dude crows, and I’m sittin’ there, screamin’ in my head, “What’s this got to do with hookers?” But then—bam!—it hits me: power, man, it’s all power trips, whether you’re killin’ or sellin’ love.

16 Burloo Crescent, FERNY HILLS

Ferny-Grove, mate, ain’t a neat postcard view but a raw, glitchy masterpiece full of unexpected turns, kinda like me rantin’ about the city after a long day of kneading away stress. So, come over, drop by my parlor, grab a cuppa (or a stiff one if ya fancy), and let’s dive into this mad, heart-thumpin’ adventure together. Remember, “everything’s awesome” – or so they say, right? Cheers to mischief and massage, my friend!

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