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About Sydney

I hate how they smirk, like they know somethin’. Makes my blood boil. Once knew this one, Candy—dumb name, right? She’d wink, say, “Cash upfront, big guy.” Big guy? Screw off. But damn, she was quick—hustled harder than me at a bacon cook-off. Kinda respect that, but still—hate it. Movie’s got this line, “It’s like I’m not here.” Whores prolly feel that, vanishin’ into the mess. Sad, maybe, but who cares? Not me.

LJ Hooker - Cranbourne Team

So, right off, the main drag here is Willow St. – oh honey, that street is the heart of our little city. I work as a dating site developer, an' trust me, I notice all the lil’ quirks. Like, on Willow, ya’ll see some surprises: nuttin’ fancy, but there’s a quaint lil’ retro diner called “Sunny’s Corner” where the coffee’s as strong as my opinions on bad romance. Can't help but laugh thinkin’, "This is no 'Spotlight' exposé, but they sure know how to brew somethin’ magical." Y’all feel me?

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