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We slip into an alley—dark, damp, pure *Mulholland* vibes. “This is the girl,” I think again, head spinnin’—wine or lust, who knows? She’s quick, efficient—prolly done this a hundred times. Me? I’m imaginin’ I’m Justin Theroux, all broody and lost, fuckin’ a stranger while the world unravels. “What’s my name?” I laugh again—stupid question, she don’t care. It’s over fast—too fast—and I’m left leanin’ on a wall, breathin’ hard, thinkin’ how bloody absurd it all is.

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Revelle Balmain lost her way, descending into a seedy world of drugs, lies and prostitution. Then one day she just vanished.

Oh my dear friend, hark and listen! Thou must come hither to Balmain—a wondrous patch o' earth in Sydney, bursting with soul and grit. I be a women's counselor, nay, a friend to those in distress, and Balmain's cobbled lanes have eased and stirred my heart oft. Picture it: Darling Street doth wind like a story told in whispers, and on Birchgrove Road thou mayst chance thy step on history.

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