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I’ve seen some twisted therapy moments here. Drunk confessions outside dim-lit bars on Clover St. And evenings, when the sky burns orange near the Bridge on Spindle Road—a view that almost makes you forget life’s nonsense. Almost.

Western Sydney medical centre has computer systems “hacked”