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About Sydney

*rasps* My precious! Findin’ a prossie, eh? We wants it, don’t we? Sleazy streets, dim lights—perfect huntin’! Saw this bird once, right, totterin’ in heels, skirt so short it’s basically a belt! Reminds me o’ *Margaret*, y’know? “The world’s so fuckin’ unfair!” she’d scream—ha! Prossies get that, don’t they, precious? Life’s a mess, all sloppy an’ raw.

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Annnnd the people! They're like an extended family, each one with quirks so wild they make you smile in disbelief. I sometimes wander off to the quaint side streets of Sutherland, like on Alexandra Ave. (yeah, that's a real place, I promise!), where a little antique shop sells memories. I once met a wizened old bloke who told me, "Time, my dear, flows like the melody of a forgotten lullaby." That just made my day all the more surreal.

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