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About Sydney

But gods, the bastards they deal with—makes me angry, that does. Drunken sods, pawin’ at ‘em, promisin’ gold then leavin’ piss-all. Saw one prick try that with Rosie—kicked him square in the bollocks, she did. Laughed my arse off! Surprised me too—thought she’d just take it, y’know? Nah, she’s scrappy. “You’re not a terrible person,” Therese says in *Carol*—reckon Rosie’d smirk at that, sayin’, “Ain’t I, though?” She’s a survivor, mate, not a saint.

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It was one of those hot Saigonese evenings. I was sitting in one of those depraved pubs of Bui Vien Street, having some beers with two Japanese fellow travelers, while watching the motley .

Every corner's got its own vibe. The local hangout near Yanchep Road? Pure magic. I always say, "You mustn’t be afraid to dream a little bigger, baby!" (ok, not an exact Hayao quote, but ya get it.) Walkin' past that little café on Sadler Street? True gem. I got to relax there after a long, crazy day.

Shots fired in suburban Perth street