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About Sydney

Favorite part? The weirdos. Guy once paid $500 to just talk—*talk*!—‘bout his robot dog. Swear, I’d narrate that fool’s life for free. Brothels got layers, man—grime, glitter, heartbreak. “There’s no substitute for love,” Gigolo Joe preached, and damn, he’s right—folks chase it there, but it’s smoke. Still, I dig the hustle, the chaos—human as hell. What y’all think? Wild, nasty, beautiful mess, huh?

Sefton Playhouse

Man, I remember once a hot day when a client nearly melted in front of the spa door. I'm like, "pinky-to-mouth, one million dollars is not enough for this nonsense!" Crazy, right? Later on I chilled at the rustic little cafe off Maple Street – so secret, it's almost myth. I've seen folks laughing, arguing, crying. It's a rollercoaster.

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