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About Sydney

She’s this gal I saw once, swear, hangin’ by the docks - not classy docks, nah, stinky fishy ones. Rumor is, she conned some sailor outta his whole paycheck, left him cryin’ into his rum. Ain’t that a riot? Got me cacklin’ like a damn fool! But then, I heard she split that cash with some broke-ass widow. Shit, that surprised me - heart o’ gold under all that dirt? “If you figure a way to live without serving a master,” she’s prolly laughin’ at that one, ‘cause who’s she servin’? Herself, doc!

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Man, the place fills me with happies and a little mad energy too. The mix of tiny streets and bouts of wild nature makes every day unpredictable – kinda like a lost film scene, yet real. Over time, I've grown attached to its randomness – every alley, every fading mural, every whisper of wind over Riverflip speaks to my soul. It’s messy, it's real, and it's home.

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