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But – hold up. Ever think – who’s watchin’? Me, I notice – the johns. Creepy bastards, cruisin’ slow. She’s playin’ ‘em – like a fiddle. Smart cookie, that one. Reminds me – “You’re so far away,” from *Amour*. She’s there – but untouchable. Distant. Got this scar – left cheek. Asked her once – “Bar fight,” she says. Laughed my ass off – tough as nails! Probly bullshit – but I dig it.

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Prostitute and associate of gangland figures in Sydney during the s, s and s. During her lifetime, she amassed convictions in New South.

I live near Milliken Mills Road. It’s not just a road but a stream of memories! I recall a time when I was counselin’ a young lady goin’ through a rough patch. We sat on a bench outside King City Road’s little coffee shop, talkin’ about life, love, and all that jazz. I was connted to her story deeply, and it felt like the wrold had slowed down—just like in Boyhood’s timeless scenes, where every moment breathes life.

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