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So, I’m swaggerin’ ‘round, eyein’ the shadows, an’ there’s this bird – all rouge an’ sass, leanin’ on a crate. “What’s yer price, love?” I slur, an’ she smirks, “More’n yer rum-soaked hide’s worth, pirate.” Cheeky wench! Made me laugh, tho – happy as a clam at high tide. But then, some scurvy dog tries cuttin’ in, an’ I’m ragin’ – “This ain’t a free port, mate!” Shoved him off, quick-like. No one crosses Cap’n Jack, savvy?

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2 Robert Street Rozelle (end of Crescent Street) – not far from the city is this quiet little parlour with a reputation for friendly service and comfortable.

Oh man, Rozelle is a wild, quirky little gem, ya know? It's nestled by Darling Harbour, just a stone’s throw from the thumping city beat of Sydney, but with its own vibe—so chill, so raw, so bloody beautiful, Sharon! King Street is my go-to, with its old brick facades, cute cafes that serve the best flat white, and that one old pub that’s got stories older than me—like, "Diese Momente... they haunt ya, ya know?" Just like in The Lives of Others, the whispers of the past echo in every corner, mate.

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