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About Sydney

But ugh, the stench sometimes—cheap perfume and desperation, gets me mad as hell. Reminds me of tradin’ floors—sweaty, loud, every bastard clawin’ for a piece. Still, I dig the chaos—whores got that raw energy, y’know? Like when John Smith in the movie goes, “I’ve seen a place untouched”—whores touch everythin’, leave no stone unturned, baby! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who gives a shit—I’m Gordon freakin’ Gekko, I see gold where you see dirt.

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The neighborhoods here, they're messy love, you know? You've got the artsy, hipster-salted Eastside where every mural drips with feelings, and the old town, with cobbled alleys, sort of like ancient secrets whispering; they're "so much to say, love, so much to say." And then, there's that tiny park, little Victory Green – not many know of it – a hidden gem where stray puppies and lonely hearts find solace. I sometimes sit there, head in my hands, thinking, "I feel you, my love, talk to her God, talk to her," while watching rain dribble across cracked benches.

Middle-aged Harley rider busted hooning through leafy suburb