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An’ the way she moves, mate—pure chaos, like the ocean’s her playground. “Sharon!” I yell, ‘cos I swear she’s gonna drown some poor sod just for a laugh. Like in *Margaret*, “You’re a fucking distraction!”—an’ she is! But I can’t look away. She’s a riot, a right laugh, an’ I’m proper chuffed watchin’ her antics. Whore, man, she’s a legend—messed up, loud, an’ fuckin’ unforgettable.

Suburb features.

Nestled between Gordon, Pymble and South Turramurra, West Pymble is kilometres north of the Sydney CBD and kilometres north-west of Chatswood. Like neighbouring Pymble and .

So, in West-Pymble, every corner, every little street nook tells a story. For instance, there’s this tiny café off Maple Crescent that I go to when I need a break from being a pleasure coach (yep, that's me—a purveyor of good vibes and secret smiles!). I got pretty chuffed when the barista remembered my name. I was like, "Wow, thx, dude!" so cool, so personal. Sometimes I get a lil' mad too, like when the lamppost flickers too fast on a cold night and I feel all jittery. Totally weird, right?

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