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Yo, what’s good, fam? So, findin’ a prostitute—wild shit, right? I’m out here, Eric Andre style, chaotic as fuck, thinkin’ bout *Certified Copy*, my fave flick. Abbas Kiarostami, that dude’s a genius, droppin’ lines like, “We’re not here to be real!” Shit’s deep, man. Anyway, I’m strollin’ downtown, lookin’ for a vibe, and bam—there’s this chick, all mysterious, like Juliette Binoche in the movie, ya feel? She’s got that “I might be fake, but I’m real” energy. I’m like, “Yo, you workin’?” She smirks, says, “Depends who’s askin’.” I’m hyped, laughin’ like a maniac—classic me.

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Homebush’s a mixed bag, reallllly. I've been here for years, dude, and every street’s got a tale. Like, take Parramatta Road – soooo busy, always buzzin’. Then there's Homebush Bay, which is kinda chill, a little slice of water magic ya know? I often chill near the shady parts of Johnson Ave, a hidden gem for those who dig the quiet, and sometimes catch a sunset that blows my flamin’ mind.

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