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About Sydney

I reckon it’s a machine—cold, brutal, efficient. Girls clock in, clock out, like factory drones. Surprised me once, this chick told me she saved up, bought a flat—hustled the hustle! Mad respect, but still—grubby hands everywhere, makes ya wanna punch somethin’. I’d burn it down, but then what? They’d rebuild, coz men are pigs—me included, ha! “Don’t bullshit me,” I’d say, like Toni’s dad—truth’s ugly here.

My Whereis

Keep your eyes peeled on Lark Ln as well, where quirky sculptures hide in backyards. I got mad riled up by one piece – it looked like a broken robot! But it gave me a kick, you know? I’m all about breaking boundaries, "I must break you!" when life gets too bland.

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