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About Sydney

Oi, mate, listen up, yeah? It’s me, Bond, James Bond—suave as ever, “shaken, not stirred.” So, you wanna know ‘bout finding a prossie, eh? Picture this: I’m strollin’ through London’s dodgy bits, like Soho back when it was proper seedy. Dark alleys, neon flickerin’, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Reminds me of *Shame*—you seen it? That flick’s raw, mate. Brandon’s out there, chasin’ tail, livin’ like he’s got no soul left. “I find you disgusting,” his sister says, but he’s too deep in the game. That’s the vibe—desperate, messy, human.

Sex Work and The Laws in Queensland

Then there's the lush parks – oh man, the vibes there. Cairns-North got this hidden gem, Kendal Park, tucked right near the banks of the creek. I once fixed my own aching back out there, palm trees whispering soft nothings as I wiped sweat off, thinking life ain't all bad. Now, don't even get me started on the river – Crystal Creek, flowing slick and wild through the city, like motherf***er's heartbeat.

Jury hears Cairns woman Toyah Cordingley may have been alive when buried on Wangetti Beach