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About Sydney

So, check it—back in the day, 1800s, these joints had secret codes! Knock twice, whisper “ruby,” and bam, you’re in. Little known fact, brother—some had tunnels under cities! Politicians sneakin in, dodgin wives—crazy, right? Gets me pumped thinkin bout it—like hulkin up for a leg drop! But damn, makes me mad too—girls stuck there, no choice, trapped like a sleeper hold. “She’s asleep, but she hears,” Almodóvar said—that hits hard, brother.

The Brotheler Guide

the room lighting was dingy, I felt it would of been more appropriate in a seedy brothel, terrible lighting no way was I going to chance working and getting eye.

Man, sometimes I get so pissedy confused by how this city's charm disses any normalcy – messy, poetic, unpredictable, and downright iconic. Like Kanye said, “I feel like I'm too busy writing history to read it.” And damn, Highfields writes its own epic daily.

Redefining over-50s living in Highfields