Its stubborn conservatism and
riptide radicalism. Its crooked streets and meandering freeways. Its dogged
teetotalism and regardless alcoholism. Its sparkling water and dark past. Its
greedy bankers and lonely accountants. Its lavender Whiteleys and pink Olleys.
Its humidity and its busters. Its runaways and stay-at-homes. Its fractured
iPhones and trash e-books. Its gargantuan fig-trees and impeccable frangipanis.
Its cappuccino sandstone and cocoa brickwork. Its weekday crowds and rococo
buskers. Its shrill endeavours and brash announcements. Its melancholy May and
brilliant September. Its power shoulders and instant costumes. Its limitless liners
and daywear dinghies. Its smelly bus stops and flotsam quays.
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