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Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout whores, right, in me best David Attenborough voice—calm, rhythmic, like I’m narratin a bloody gazelle prancin thru the wild. Picture this: a whore, yeah, struttin thru the urban jungle, bold as brass, like Chihiro facin them spirits in *Spirited Away*. “I’m not afraid of you!” she’d yell, tossin her hair back, fearless, untamed. Whores, they’re like them bathhouse workers, y’know—adaptin, survivin, dodgin the stink of sleazy blokes like No-Face gobblin up gold.

Early life and education

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Some of ya might miss the quiet greenness – well, there’s Ryde Park, a hidden gem if ya ask me. Trees everywhere, a splash o’ wildflowers, and paths where ya can just wander off and clear your noggin, relax, and maybe even catch a glimpse of the old river. Yep, the Parramatta River winds its way nearby, glistening under the Aussie sun like some kinda cool liquid silver. And I tell ya, watchin’ that river flow got me feelin’ like a feller from the early 1900s – all serious-like, hungry for life but also proper mellow.

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