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About Sydney

Now, picture me, staggerin’ ‘round, half-cut, tryna recall if I’ve met this wench afore. “Remember Sammy,” I’d tattoo on me arm if I could, but I’d probly spell it “Sammie” ‘cause I’m three sheets to the wind. Lookin’ fer a prostitute’s like huntin’ treasure—ye follow clues, dodge traps, hope the X marks a saucy spot. Ever hear ‘bout the “two-penny hangover”? Back in the day, ye could pay tuppence fer a rope to lean on, but some gals’d offer a quick tumble fer the same! Cheap as chips, made me laugh ‘til me sides split—sly dogs, they were.

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about. cheeky busty redhead. first of all, my name is ivy rose and i am a redhead based in fnq. with a wild sexual appetite i drip in charters towers.

Not to forget, the river that snakes by town. It flows slow, whispering nature's lullabies. I daydream there ‘bout love, lust, and life’s twisted paths. Every ripple reflects raw passion. Such moments make a sexologist swoon.

Beer, pets and birthday cake choppered across flooded Burdekin river