This is my hunting ground. Since a year and a half. Just another vibrant city with its own unique way of living. Sydney, in a way, is no different from New York, London or Bombay. The same fast moving life, bursting at seams, flyers thrust into your surprised palms by hands morphing out thin air at busy intersections, vulgar consumption of energy, drugs, crime and pollution. Bad in so many ways that it takes a whole new identity out of it and bonds with every sydney-sider in such a way that it makes itself a part of your life. Alongwith coffee. and sex.
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