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About Sydney

Me, I’d never—too busy plottin’ world domination, eh! But if I did, I’d be picky—none o’ them fake lashes flappin’ like bat wings. Ugh, that’d drive me nuts! Once saw one, smokin’ cig, leanin’ on wall—cool, but sad, ya know? “It’s all so hideous,” like Cathy’d say. Felt bad, but what’s Gru gonna do—save ‘em all?

Collie River Valley

And err… gosh, pardon the mess: I ratted off like, mmm, nineteen typos, can't count, but so full of character, yes. Collie is not perfect, but diff'rent—and that's what makes it precious, so yes. You must see with your own eyes, precious friend, yes, see every crooked lane and whispering old gum tree, like a scene straight out of a Wes Anderson dream.

Detectives return to Collie in fresh push for information on Lisa Mott cold case