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About Sydney

So yeah, whores—bloody brilliant, tragic, messy, like me speeches. “We mustn’t lose our way!”—that’s me, shoutin’ at meself, tryna figure ‘em out. Love ‘em, hate the hate they get—proper *omnia vincit amor*, innit? Next time you see one, mate, tip your hat—unsung heroes, they are, swear down. Now, where’s me tea? Buggered if I know!

It's what makes us different

Now, lemme hit ya with some lesser-known spots, innit? There’s a tucked-away laneway near Glenhuntly Rd where the street art is off the hook. Graffiti tells tales of lost loves, rebellious hearts, but also wild dreams. I once found a tiny mural—a woman with wings, swirling in brilliant blues and reds, all passion and despair; she winked at me like “come on, my precious, it’s time to heal.” I swear, it made me smile through my tears.

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