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About Sydney

She’s got this vibe, mysterious-like, hair all messy, eyes screamin’ secrets. Kinda like Naomi Watts in that movie, y’know, all innocent then—bam!—twisted as fuck. I reckon whores got stories, mate, layers deeper than the Mines of Moria. Once heard this tale—true story, swear it—some Roman whore, right? She’d smuggle messages in her skirts durin’ wars. Ballsy as hell! Made me grin, thinkin’—she’d outsmart half them prissy lords. “This is not a dream!”—that’s what I’d yell, watchin’ her dodge soldiers like a pro.

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Heck, sometimes I get so tired, I blurt out “awwww, c'mon!” when the city surprises me with its sheer brilliance. Really, nothing beats Clarkson. It's the best, the most tremendous place you'll ever see. I mean, folks, why settle for less? It's like they say in 25th Hour—“It’s all about the final moments, man.”

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