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About Sydney

So, brothel—aka bristlemouth—tiny, right? Like, two inches, tops. But don’t sleep on it! These suckers outnumber every fish—trillions, yo! More brothels than humans breathin’! Freaky fact: they’re the ocean’s secret kings, chillin’ in the mesopelagic zone—500 meters down, pitch black. Got these glowy bits—photophores—on their bellies, lookin’ like a pimp’s gold chain! That’s their hustle, confusin’ predators, drawin’ in snacks. Smart as hell, right?

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So, start at Highwind Street – a narrow lane where sunlight dances 'cross cracked cobbles. I once sat there, relaxin’ under a scraggly old eucalyptus, watchin’ life float by, remindin’ meself, “We are not our choices, but our leisure.” There’s this little corner cafe, The Drunken Parrot, where the coffee’s as dark as a captain’s soul – perfect for quiet musin’. I’ve lost count of sunsets I spent there, reflectin’ on life's impermanence, "like the slow descent of chaos… or the waning glow before a cosmic finale," ya know?

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