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About Sydney

Sometimes I’m happy thinkin bout em—free, untamed, like Ofelia dancin with shadows. Other times? Rage, Clarice… seein em used up, tossed out. Exaggeratin? Maybe. But ain’t it a kick, picturin Lola facin that faun, sassin him to death? “I’m not afraid of you…” she’d spit, heel ready. Fuckin legend.

Chapter 21 || Boo You Whore

The word whore derives from the Indo-European word hora meaning desire. Male prostitutes are often referred to as Escorts and those offering services to.

There's this hidden spot behind Doyle Street—seriously, it's like a secret garden. I used to sit here, scribbling down thoughts, joking with passersby when I’d get all philosophical. Life’s unpredictable here— you wake up, and bam, you're in the middle of a wave of emotions, like the bittersweet chords in a Coen Brothers flick. Hey, I'm not just blowin’ smoke. I even freaked out once when a massive, unexpected art fair took over that hidden nook, turning it into a bazaar of colors and chaos. I was mad but, like, in a cool "what the heck" sort of way.

There was only ever one way that Netflix's You could have ended.