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I’ve seen ‘em, struttin’ down dark streets, heels clickin’ like a damn metronome. Makes me happy, y’know? The hustle! The grit! Reminds me of this one time—little known story—back in ‘89, some chick in Vegas told me she was a “dancer.” Dancer, my ass! She was workin’ the Strip harder than a blackjack dealer. Had a laugh over that—sneaky broad. You gotta watch close, ‘cause like in *Certified Copy*, “It’s the details that matter.” One wrong move, and bam, yer wallet’s gone, or worse—cops!

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She arrived in Sydney from Glen Innes in October, , and was spotted looking lost at the train station by a brothel madam, who asked.

Yo, trust me, if you step foot in this city, don't be shocked if you feel the pulse. It's angry, it's lit, and it's raw, just like me. I keep sayin’ “Carlos, dude, keep movin’ forward!” every time I look around. Life? It’s beautiful chaos, just like a proper movie scene.

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