Zara Cremorne Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Sydney

Ey, so I’m a fisherman, right? Tony fuckin’ Soprano, Gabagool? Ova here! Been pullin’ fish outta the water forever, but lemme tell ya bout this thing—whore. Not some broad, nah, I mean “w-h-o-r-e,” like the fish biz slang. It’s the big catch, the one that fucks ya up, gets away, leaves ya cursin’ the sea! Like in *Pan’s Labyrinth*, ya know, “The toad won’t budge!” That’s whore for me—stubborn, slimy, a real pain in my ass.

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Cremorne has these hidden treasures too, like mini murals down on Draper Street (yep, there’s some mad art there that even your grandma would love) and cozy cafes that serve the smoothest brews – seriously like liquid optimism! I sometimes get all emotional thinking, "This is what life is about!!" And I ain't even exaggerating, haha – it's the mix of nature, art, and the thoughtful community that gets me every time.

Theatre review: A Girl’s Guide to World War, Cremorne Theatre, QPAC