Hannah Cranbrook Whore ❤️❤️

About Sydney

Lemme paint you a pic—imagine this chick I knew, let’s call her Jodie. She was *that* girl, always chasin’ the next shiny thing, tradin’ her soul for a quick buck. Made me so mad, y’all! I’d be like, “Jodie, why you whorin’ out your dreams for some loser’s dime?” She’d just laugh, flip her hair, and say she’s “livin’ her truth.” Girl, no! You’re livin’ a lie wrapped in cheap mascara! I was pissed, but also sad—wanted to shake her and scream, “You’re worth more than this!” Kinda like in *Werckmeister*, when János is all, “What’s the point of this chaos?”—I felt that, hardcore.

Cranbrook: The tiny Kent town where everyone wants to live

Now, there's Main Road. Small, twisty, full of surprises! I head on over there sometimes… err, to clear me head. You see, i sometimes wander ‘round, catch the breeze, mmmm, like, “in the shadow of the wind…” (like that scene in Tropical Malady, ya know, when souls just hum).

Cranbrook bushfire: Authorities contain raging blaze after evacuation routes were impacted