Avery Clyde Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Sydney

D’oh! Alright, listen up, man, I’m talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah, that kinda gal! Mmm… donuts. So, I’m thinkin’, whores, they’re like Monty in “25th Hour,” y’know? Livin’ wild, no rules, just hustlin’ day by day. “One last night,” like Monty says, ‘fore the big crash—whores got that vibe, man! Always chasin’ somethin’, money, dudes, whatever. I seen one once, down by Moe’s—swear she winked at me, made me spill my Duff! D’oh! Freakin’ nuts, right?

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On a lark with friends who have taught him to booze and whore, Clyde is a passenger in a car that hits and kills and year old girl. He.

And the parks – holy moly. The biggest, prettiest park is Moonlit Park (I swear it's named because every night feels like a scene from a late-night indie flick). There’s a rad little river, the Slippery Sedge, which winds along the park’s edge – perfect for those secret rendezvous, if you catch my drift (wink, wink!). Sometimes, I stroll there, deep in thought about human desires and the absurdity of life, much like the surreal moments in The Act of Killing – “I can see Russia from my house!” vibes all around. Like, who even comes up with that stuff?!

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