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About Sydney

Gets me pissed tho—pimps takin’ half, cops takin’ bribes, system’s a damn joke. “Who’s your boss?” Toni’d ask—ha, no boss, just survival. Happy when I see ‘em outsmart the bastards, tho—Natasha once told me she faked tears, got an extra 500 rubles. Surprised me how clever they get, like fuckin’ chess players in heels. Dunno, man, part of me respects it—grit, guts, no bullshit. Exaggeratin’ maybe, but feels like they’re warriors in a war nobody admits.

Uber to Palm Cove from Trinity Beach – $20 each way

The limited eating places in Trinity beach lead us to Fratelli on Trinity which turned out to be a great place for lunch. Dave had some lovely penne with a tomato based sauce and I had a Missing: prostitute.

Okay, so you got the main strip – there's Broadwater Street where you can grab a sloppy coffee from a humbly epic cafe. I've strolled that street more times than I care to count, sipping flat whites and letting my mind wander – "We need to go deeper!" (Yep, I'm mixing mental blockbuster quotes with literal beach vibes!)

The battle for Barron River - ABC listen