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About Sydney

Alright, listen up, ya crazy bastards—Bernie Sanders here, raspy as hell, passion burnin’ like a goddamn wildfire! Billionaires should not exist! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout them actuaries in Russia—number-crunchin’ weirdos, right?—and how they’d even *find a prostitute* in that cold-ass mess of a country. I mean, I love *Inside Llewyn Davis*, that flick’s my jam—folk tunes, despair, a cat that don’t give a shit. Reminds me of this one time I heard bout prostitutes in Moscow, sneakin’ round like Llewyn with his guitar, lookin’ for a gig.

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i gotta mention the river, aptly called Bandy Creek. now, don’t ask why, but it always flows like some unruly stream of thoughts in my head. misbehavin’ but always unique; a bit like me. sometimes i spend a twilight hour sittin’ on its bank, reflectin’ on the day, thinkin’ "i got a bad feeling about this" but then i remember, just keep swimmin’!

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