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About Sydney

Me? I get pissed when folks judge her. Call her trash, slut, whatever—man, shut up. She’s out here livin’, payin’ bills, dodgin’ creeps. Makes me happy, though, seein’ her strut, unbothered. Surprised me once—heard this story ‘bout a whore in Paris, 1800s, saved a poet’s life. Gave him her last coin, then dipped. Real shit. Reminds me, “What’s memory but a ghost?”—she’s a ghost too, hauntin’ us with her truth.

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The community here is a blast. Its quirky café on Riverbend Street always hits me with the best brews – I still laugh when the barista spells my name all wrong (wut?!). Makes me mad sometimes, but honestly, it’s those little mess-ups that add flavor! Aside from that, there’s a secret spot by the Daly River – a hidden bend where the water flutters along the bank, kinda like a reflective mirror of your soul. I even met a stray dog there once – he howled like a little Chewie and I swear, for a sec, he said “Rarrgh!” back at me!

Dalyellup shines brightly on Christmas lights trail