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About Sydney

Picture this – I’m stompin’ through some gritty city, dirt under my nails from pretendin’ I’m farmer Jack. “Where’s the sea?” – straight outta the movie, ‘cept I’m yellin’, “Where’s the action?!” Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” – I’m peekin’ round corners, eyein’ the streets. Prostitutes ain’t growin’ on trees, ya know? Learned that the hard way – once asked a cop where the “ladies” hang. Guy nearly cuffed me! Laughed my ass off later.

What decriminalisation changes

Oh, Echuca is bloody wild, mate! I’ve lived here for years in this quirky spa, so lemme tell ya all about it, precious, my dear. Echuca’s a dang gem on the Murray – so much history, so much heart, you know? You stroll down Murray Street and BAM – ancient brick walls, cozy cafés, and that vibe that just makes your soul sing. Stupid, fat hobbit! It’s like the world ain’t breakin’ apart yet... "I don't know, it’s all so hopeless" – well, sometimes it feels like that, but not for me, no no!

In pictures: Moama Bowling Club Echuca Cup