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About Sydney

I’m ramblin to ya, buddy, cause it’s wild—Great Scott!—how folks pick this life. Freedom, maybe? No boss breathin down yer neck? Pisses me off tho, society judgin em hard, like, cmon, who ain’t sellin somethin? Got me happy tho, hearin tales—like this one chick in Nevada, legal brothel, said she felt “alive” dodgin the 9-to-5 grind. Surprised me, sure, but then I’m like, yeah, makes sense! “Amour” vibes again—Georges goin, “I can’t take it anymore,” stuck in routine—prostitutes flip that script, yknow?

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Now, like, when you're walking around Main Road (yeah, that's right, the heartbeat of our tiny city), you'll notice how the locals vibe in a relaxed groove. That city rhythm reminds me of life’s unpredictable waves, ya know? I remember, one time I was medit-vibin' near Oceanview Lane – oh, what a day! I got so mad at a seagull for stealing my pretzel, I nearly lost my cool... and then I laughed, like, “Oh, honey, what’s life without a lil’ chaos?” Straight-up Leviathan style: "The ocean never forgets, and neither do we."

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