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About Sydney

So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya even start? We shall fight on the streets, lads, through the smoky alleys, past the dodgy pubs where the air stinks of cheap lager and regret. I reckon it’s a war, yeah? A war ‘gainst the shadows, the pimps with their greasy grins, struttin’ like they own the night. Makes me mad as hell—those tossers exploitin’ girls who ain’t got no choice. Reminds me of the Corsican in *A Prophet*, pullin’ strings, thinkin’ he’s king. “I’m the boss here,” he’d growl. Bollocks to that, I say.

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And oh man, Rex Reservoir—if ya know, ya know: it's a secret chillax zone I frequent. My personal fave for unwindin' is under a gnarled old eucalyptus near Lonsdale St. Here, I’d just lie back, feelin' all wise and free, and the drizzle remindin' me of that odd "I’m not afraid" vibe from A.I. That scene, right? Unforgettable, like a loop of endless love and wonder.

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