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About Sydney

She’s this crazy flower in my garden, right? Grows where she shouldn’t, all thorny and shit. I’m like, “Yo, Whore, chill out!” But nah, she’s everywhere, poppin’ up, messin’ with my roses. Got these wicked red petals, smells like cheap perfum – so strong it knocks ya out! Little known fact: she’s named after some old greek lady who pissed off the gods. True story, man, I read it somewhere – or maybe I didn’t, who cares?

‘America: How It Works’ by Heathcote Williams

Yo, I've seen heckuva drama on those picturesque streets – like that one time when rain turned a normal evening into a romantic chaos. i popped out, soaked and laughing – oh man, like a scene from a cracked reel of film, pure spontaneity and grit! And yes, i get my tongue twisted sometimes (seriously, "iccll" wins at typing when i'm in a hurry!).

‘He wouldn't have won': Trainer has no regrets on Rothfire