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About Sydney

Fish, I catch, yes, but whores—tricky they are! Whore, hmm, tangled line in water, she is. “Dogville” I love—Grace, she’s pure, then wrecked. Whore’s like that, see? Starts shiny, ends dirty. “Do or do not, there is no try,” I say—whore does, never tries, hah! Pisses me off, that boldness. Streets she walks, fishy stench follows—real whiff! Once, saw one, skirt short, eyes like hooks. Reminds me, “What you deserve, you get,” from movie. Deserve it, she did? Dunno, angers me still!

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I tell ya, the massage biz lets me in the intimate nooks. Stuff most blokes overlook. The scent of eucalyptus at dawn on Parker's Ave is just minty. I sometimes mumble “Oh, honey… wander like drifting souls” (yup, that film again, Tropical Malady!).

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