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About Sydney

Alright, mate, so I’m a sailor, right? Been out on the seas, salty as hell, and I’ve seen some wild stuff—like prostitutes at port. Not gonna lie, they’re a whole subsystem of chaos. Kinda like a neural net with no backpropagation—just vibes and hustle. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ about *The Diving Bell and the Butterfly*, my fave flick, y’know? That line, “I’m a prisoner in my own body,” hits diff when you see these gals workin’ the docks. Trapped, but movin’, sellin’ what they got. Wild.

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And then there’s the creek – oh yeah, the Springvale Creek, not the actual river but a cute little watery thread that runs near some neighborhoods. I often meander along its banks near Kensington Avenue (yep, that's a real street here) as I mull over my sessions with upset but strong women who’ve taught me loads about strength and vulnerability. Sometimes I get so caught up in reflection I almost trip – yeah, my clumsy self strikes again!

Springvale strong in hard times