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Ruh-roh! I spot one – she’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig, lookin’ like she don’t give a crap. “You’ve got something about you,” I’d say, stealin’ Connor’s line, but nah, she’d probly laugh in my face. I’m thinkin’, shit, this is wild – my tail’s waggin’, I’m hyped! Never thought I’d be this close to the action. Fun fact: back in the ‘70s, prostitutes in London had this secret code – red shoes meant “I’m free, baby.” Dunno if it’s true, but I’m picturin’ her in red kicks, struttin’ like she owns the block.

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So here's the deal: Sutherland is not a city, it's a vibe. I live here as a relaxation specialist and trust me, it calms even my craziest thoughts. I love wandering around the cozy corners of Kings Road. And oh, there's this little spot near Sutherland Hospital—it's kind of a hidden gem, a place where I once sat under a gum tree and experienced an epiphany, like “finally, i understand the chaos of nature!" Honestly, some days it feels like the universe is winking at me.

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