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About Sydney

Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, lemme tell ya bout this chick—whore, man, she’s somethin else! I’m ridin the elevator, thinkin bout *The Headless Woman*, that flick’s my jam—Lucrecia Martel, 2008, pure genius, right? Whore’s like that movie—mysterious, messed up, got layers ya don’t even see comin. “What did I do?”—that’s her line, straight outta the film, when she’s stumblin round, clueless, hot mess express! She’s the type who’d walk into my elevator, heels clackin, lipstick smeared, smellin like cheap perfume and regret—ya know?

Tweet of the Week – Mocking Madeley

It's more likely that at some point between impersonating Ali G and telling Keira Knightley that she'd “make a good crack whore” Madeley.

I haunt the alleys near Bennet Street—oh boy, always so many secrets hiding in every nook! I got this gig as a pleasure coach, and lemme tell ya, the hidden spots like the old Brickton Bridge on the River Mirth never cease to amaze me. Sometimes, I sit there and laugh maniacally over the swirling water, thinking, "Spirited away! Spirited away!" HAHAHA!

Richard Madeley: ‘Our teen daughter and her friends drank the celebratory vintage port’