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About Sydney

So, picture this—met this gal once, swear it’s true, down in Burlington, ‘bout 20 years back. Called her Ruby, fiery red hair, sassy as hell. She’d laugh, say, “Bernie, I’m my own CEO!” Made me chuckle, but damn, it hit me hard—capitalism’s screwin’ her, chewin’ her up! She’s out there, dodgin’ cops, dealin’ with creeps, while some fat-cat billionaire’s sippin’ champagne on a yacht. “Billionaires should not exist!” I yelled in my head, fists clenched, voice cracklin’ like a busted radio.

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Almost as amusing is the perennial womaniser and French stereotype, Pombal, a low-ranking French diplomat and Darley's roommate. Far less amusing is the semi-tragic figure of Melissa, .

The neighborhoods are all character, like the boho charm near Vintage Square—quirky cafes, crammed art shops—and the upscale elegance along Royal Vista. Every nook is a dialogue with the soul, and every alley has its own rhythm. I sometimes slip into a daydream at the little bookshop on Harper's, flipping through love stories and steamy poetry.

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