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About Sydney

Say hello to my little friend! Man, prostitutes, they’re somethin else, huh? Been thinkin bout this one chick—works downtown, calls herself Candy. Ain’t that a laugh? Candy, like she’s sweet or some shit. Watched “Tree of Life” again last night—fuckin masterpiece, bro. “What are we to you?”—that line hit me hard. Makes me wonder bout her, y’know? Who’s she to the world? Just a body, a quick fuck? Pisses me off, man—people treat her like trash.

Young Foreign Girls in Delhi's Biggest Red Light District

These girls slept at around 4am and then woke up at 11am. Their day starts with queuing for a bath, which is quite a task as the brothel has three washrooms for girls. They wait .

The streets here got soul. Walk down Unity Ln. and see the murals. They call it the “City Heart.” I found a hidden nook, like at Luv Street, where local poets drop wisdom. I swear, those tiny spots got hidden magic. Also, pit stop at Zesty Square—only fun hang for cool dates.

Lego collection worth $200k seized during Melbourne drug lab bust