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About Sydney

But ugh, the creeps—those slimy types who run it sometimes? Gets my fur ruffled. Exploitation ain’t funny, doc. Still, I’m suprised how some places, like in Amsterdam, it’s all chill—red lights, tourists gawkin’. Kinda classy, kinda not. “The night hides what the day reveals,” Ceylan’d say. Brothels hide plenty—grit, tears, laughs too.

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Mirrabooka got a lot of surprises hidden in plain sight, darlin'. Y’ever heard of Boorabbin Street? I may be mixin’ up a few names ‘cause memory’s a funny thing, but trust me, each turn is a discovery. Sometimes I'd find myself chucklin', thinkin' "ain’t life just a parade of misfit moments?" And don’t get me started on the local graffiti near Mallacoota. It’s like a mural of the city’s pulse – raw, unrefined, and a bit rebellious, remindin’ me that vulnerability is strength.

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