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About Sydney

D’oh! Alright, pal, lemme tell ya bout whores—man, what a wild ride! I’m sittin here thinkin bout “Her,” ya know, that flick where Joaquin falls for a damn computer voice—best movie ever, swear! “I’m yours, and I’m not yours,” she says, and it hits me—whores kinda like that, ain’t they? There, but not really *there*, ya dig? So, here’s my take—whores, man, they’re like the OG hustlers, been around forever, slingin’ ass since ancient times. Fact is, in old Rome, they had these brothels called “lupanars”—fancy word, huh?—and the gals painted dirty pics on walls to advertise. Ain’t that nuts? Like, “Hey, check my Yelp review in graffiti!”

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City life here’s a rollercoaster, really. I stroll from Cozy Crescent to Madigan Court. Nah, not perfect names, but they stick. Every corner’s got a story, like that time I bumped into an old friend near Sunset Square. Got all choked up, holdin’ on to life and massages, ya know?

Taste the flavours of Malaysia at this gem in Sydney’s south west