Lydia West Pymble Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Wollongong

Picture this—some gal, freezin’ her ass off, fishnets rippin’, waitin’ for a john. Kinda sad, huh? But then—BOOM!—she’s countin’ stacks, laughin’, “Money’s the anthem of success!” Straight outta Scorsese’s playbook! I’m like, damn, girl, you’re a freakin’ rockstar! Hmm… wonder if she’s got a pimp beatin’ her down. Ugh, hate that shit—makes me wanna scream!

7 Wallalong Crescent, WEST PYMBLE

Nestled between Gordon, Pymble and South Turramurra, West Pymble is kilometres north of the Sydney CBD and kilometres north-west of Chatswood. Like neighbouring Pymble and .

So, in West-Pymble, every corner, every little street nook tells a story. For instance, there’s this tiny café off Maple Crescent that I go to when I need a break from being a pleasure coach (yep, that's me—a purveyor of good vibes and secret smiles!). I got pretty chuffed when the barista remembered my name. I was like, "Wow, thx, dude!" so cool, so personal. Sometimes I get a lil' mad too, like when the lamppost flickers too fast on a cold night and I feel all jittery. Totally weird, right?

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