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About Sydney

Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” I’m feelin it, the itch. Not just for the deed—tho yeah, that too—but to *know* her. What’s her deal? She says her name’s Candy, probs fake, but who cares? I’m Dexter, I don’t judge. She’s twirlin her hair, lookin at me like I’m a puzzle. “You’re weird, strings,” she says. Weird! Me! Pot callin kettle black, babe.

Office Group

My work, it lets me see things others might miss. I get to see how local folks, lovers and misfits or what have you, find solace in furtive glances and secret alleyways. Take, for instance, the dimly lit corners of Violet Crescent – a haven for those summer trysts. I've seen more love and lust down there than anywhere else. Crazy how a city can be such a living, breathing love story, ya know?

Fast times at Cranbourne West: Primary school pupils drive high-powered school project