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About Sydney

Ruby, she’s tough, man, seen shit you wouldn’t believe. Told me ‘bout this john who paid her in deer antlers—antlers, motherfucker! Who does that? Some backwoods freak, probly. Got me laughin’ my ass off, but then pissed me right the fuck off—dude’s disrespectin’ her grind! She’s out there, freezin’ her tits off, and this asshole’s like, “Here’s some horns, babe.” Fuck that noise! Reminds me of Nader in the movie, all stubborn, screamin’, “I won’t let go!”—holdin’ onto dumbass pride while Ruby’s just tryna eat.

Why Choose Wives Only?

I gotta mention the park by the creek (yep, the actual Wolli Creek) that curves near Bridge Street. It’s a chill hideaway where I once had an impromptu heart-to-heart with a gorgeous stranger about desires and dreams. I swear, the river whispers secrets at dusk, like some trippy Spring Breakers shit. And yo, check this out: around Kinmaze Crescent there's this quirky art mural that looks like it just exploded with colors, almost as if Harmony Korine directed it—can you dig it?

Minns promises Labor will complete Wolli Creek Regional Park