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About Sydney

Hmmm, “Find a Prostitute” you say? Dark tune, it is. Heavy beats, me likey—gritty, raw, pulls ya in fast. Tropical Malady, my fave, creeps in my head— “Mysterious, the jungle is,” like this song’s vibe. Prostitute huntin’ in sound, ya feel me? Dirty bass, slinky rhythm—like a beast stalkin’ night. Me, a music editor? Dig it, I do! This track, whoa, anger sparks—why so sneaky, huh? Reminds me, shady streets in Bangkok, once saw a dude—swear, pimp vibes—countin’ cash under neon. Little known fact, y’know? Old vinyl, “Find a Prostitute,” banned in ‘89—too raunchy, ha!

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Now, the neighborhoods… They are so lively and gritty. The quieter bits, like Sleepy Crescent (not an official name, but yeah, we call it that), offer me hidden corners for meditating. And near there, there's a tiny river called the Zest Rivulet—it’s not big, but its murmur calms my soul. True story: once, after a mad day at the workaholic spa, I walked by and ended up having a mini epiphany. It was like a flash of Fury Road wisdom… epic and raw!

Under the Auld Pump: From nasty broken leg to Magpie premiership hero