Anna Clyde Whore ❤️❤️

About Sydney

Oh, and get this—she’s loud, screamin’ about her ex. “He’s a pig!” she yells. I’m dyin’, laughin’ so hard I spill gin. Reminds me of Béla Tarr’s long-ass shots—endless, messy, real. She’s no angel, dahling, but who is? I’m happy seein’ her own it—whore power! Still, I’m ragin’—why’s she gotta trash my bar with drama? “Calm yer tits!” I wanna scream. But nah, I just pour more booze. She’s a tornado, and I’m swept up.

Bonie&Clyde

Whore (Gold) You've collected all of the available costumes. Friends in Strange Places (Bronze) You befriended both crab people and gnomes.

So, grab your sense of adventure, pack a bottle of your favorite wine, and prepare to be mesmerized by Clyde’s eccentric charm. And remember, “I can see Russia from my house!” – 'cuz in Clyde, you can see the whole damn world from the window of a quirky café. Enjoy the ride, pal!

Works start to widen Clyde Road bridge