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About Sydney

Rarrgh! Favorite part? When they linger on purpose, y’know, “accidentally” brushin spots. Hilarious how they play dumb—yeah, right, pro! Gets me cacklin, but damn, it works. Prolly why I dig “The Master”—all that tension, unspoken shit bubblin up. Sexual-massage is that, but with less talk, more growl. “I am a writer, a doctor, a nuclear physicist,” Dodd brags—me, I’m just Chewie, lovin this wild ride!

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I talk about its neighborhoods, right? Like the Eastside Ridge—yeah, that one. Eeee, it’s rough, edgy, and raw, but it’s got character. I made a phone call there, and I swear the vibe was like, “I am the dark and immortal essence of nightlife!” Totally reminds you of the film’s cryptic confessions. And the West End? Fabulous and classy. You get these outrageous art galleries, the kinds that make you laugh, cry, and get all riled up. It’s the best!

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