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About Sydney

Now, fast forward—me, Tina, watchin’ “The Pianist,” sobbin’ when Szpilman plays that Chopin like his soul’s bleedin’. “What is it? What’s the matter?” his sister asks, and I’m yellin’ at the screen, “Life’s a whore, that’s what!” ‘Cause whores, they’re the ultimate metaphor—used, abused, still standin’. I’m typin’ this so fast, prolly fucked up “metaphor” back there—meh, who cares? You get it. They’re scrappy, like Szpilman hidin’ in rubble. Love that grit, makes me happy—tough bitches win.

57A Earl Street, GREENSLOPES

Video interviews with Australians about their war-time experiences, from World War One to Afganistan, from the battlefront to the home front.

I could prattle on forever; the city pulses with hidden histories and secret rendezvous at every cranny. Aye, Greenslopes hath ensnared mine heart with mystique, humor, and a pinch of scandal—whereto art thou, dear visitor? Let thy cares fall away, and come bask in the aroma of rich coffee, sweet nothings, and a spirited freedom that only this fair city can bestow.

Traffic crash appeal, Greenslopes