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About Sydney

Lemme break it down—back in the day, like 1960s Vermont, hippies roamin’ free, there was this chick, “Red,” total legend. Word was, she’d signal clients with a red scarf—subtle, clever, right? Cops never caught her, she was a ghost. That’s the kinda smarts you need findin’ a prostitute—keep it lowkey, watch your back. None o’ this billionaire nonsense, flashin’ gold watches, nah, it’s grit, it’s survival. Makes me happy, tho—people outsmartin’ the system, stickin’ it to the man!

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Every nook of Reservoir tells a story. The local markets are a riot of colours and smells. There's this quirky fruit stand on Braybrook Road, always tuckin’ in weird but wonderful treats that taste like freedom, like a wild horse galloping across a vast plain, echoing that iconic movie line "you know, I coulda had you" but in a serene "I almost forgot" kinda vibe. I once bumped into a bloke who claimed he found inner peace on a rusty bench near Reservoir Primary—times like that make you wonder if the universe’s got jokes.

Ramping up plans to open Tarago Reservoir for fishing