Addison Dee Why Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Sydney

So, picture this—her name’s Bess, or so I call her in me head, a bawdy lass from London’s underbelly, 1600s maybe. She’s no prim rose, nah, but a wild weed, bloomin’ where she oughtn’t. Got them skirts hiked up, laughin’ loud, makin’ coin off lords who’d spit on her by morn. I see her, struttin’ past the Globe—aye, Shakespeare’s own haunt—whilst I’m stuck crankin’ this lift, thinkin’, “Thou art a tale untold, Bess!” She’s got eyes like stormy seas, drownin’ fools who stare too long. “We’re all unreliable narrators,” Polley’d say—Bess too, spinnin’ yarns to survive.

Catchphrases

What is your favourite insult hurled at Sweet Dee? Frank: That serial killer killed another woman last night. It says he's targeting young, attractive blondes. Dee: Okay, that's it. I'm not closing .

And oh, don’t even get me started on the sunset over Dee-Why Bay. The sky bleeds like a twisted romance scene. “Clarice… every sunset writes a story,” echoing that fabled movie aura.

Teenager arrested after swastika drawn on Sydney toilet block