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This place, a ***** concrete beast that only washes when it rains and smells of wino **** in drains or overheated streets, which meets the sea to dip its tongue and spew a tide of ******* to the waves, a noisy armadillo filled with human fleas that thrive upon its armoured back, to fill each crack and notch of skin, existing on the heart that beats within its roaring chest, and yet for all its whistling taxi noise, it has a faded pizza scented charm which does not rest except for four am when all is calm, the time I like this grand old girl the best.
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Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 10:21 PM UTC
Syd
This place, a ***** concrete beast that only washes when it rains and smells of wino **** in drains or overheated streets, which meets the sea to dip its tongue and spew a tide of ******* to the waves, a noisy armadillo filled with human fleas that thrive upon its armoured back, to fill each crack and notch of skin, existing on the heart that beats within its roaring chest, and yet for all its whistling taxi noise, it has a faded pizza scented charm which does not rest except for four am when all is calm, the time I like this grand old girl the best.
Currently stranded in Sydney-getting to like the vibe
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Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 10:21 PM UTC
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