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About Sydney

Alright, y’all, listen up! Git-R-Done! I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, and lemme tell ya, it’s a wild ride—like somethin’ outta “The Hurt Locker,” my fave flick! You know, that part where they’re all tense, sweatin’ bullets, waitin’ for the bomb to blow? That’s me, drivin’ down some sketchy street, lookin’ for a gal who’s workin’ the corner. Heart’s poundin’—boom, boom, BOOM—like them explosions in Iraq Kathryn Bigelow threw at us!

Everything you need along the way

Let me tell ya, this town is magic. There’s the quirky little sidewalk cafes near King St. where I used to share stories as a counceler (yeah, I might have a few typos: counceler, thang, beautifull, heckin, whaat, shcool, reall, energys, throught, kinda, awsome, nuffin, liek, defanate, realy, amazin, and unforgetable). I went there after a rough day and it saved me, like Timbuktu said, "They will hold us to ransom." Crazy, huh?

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