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About Sydney

So, whores—where do I start? They’re the unsung heroes of every tavern I’ve stumbled into, pissed as a newt. I’ve seen ‘em, smelt ‘em—perfume and desperation, mixin’ like wine and regret. One time, in King’s Landing (or was it Dodge City?), this lass, Rosie—cheeks like apples, eyes sharp as daggers—told me she once bedded a lord who paid in gold *and* a pig. A pig! Can ya believe it? Laughed my arse off, spilt me drink. “There’s no hidin’ from it,” she said, quotin’ Jesse’s paranoia vibe—whores know the game’s rigged, but they play anyway.

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LJ Hooker. The perfect balance of space and lifestyle, this light filled home is opposite the local Macgregor Pre and Primary Schools.

One day, I was working a full day and got a call from a regular. I told him, "This city’s like that line in Before Sunset – we’re all just trying to connect." Yeah, darn movie. I mean, what’s the point? But just like Jules talked about life's brevity, sometimes you really hate how pointless it can be.

Five Armed Forces personnel get MacGregor Memorial Medal Award for outstanding contributions in military reconnaissance, exploration & adventure