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I moved here thinking the houses were quaint and the suburb was multicultural, and because I was told it was gentrifying and improving.

It’s just full of young adults on motorbikes riding through Mortimer Park and the streets non stop with it helmets, grown adults fanging around the streets on motorbikes, little turds on bicycles with mower engines attached (and no helmets of course), and a bunch of small p*nis losers who have to revv their engine at every stop sign, intersection, traffic light and speed bump. There’s not a moment of peace and quiet ever in this hell hole of a suburb. Between the bogans who can’t seem to find a meaningful hobby other than motor vehicles and reproducing, the airport could not give a flying f*ck about the community.

My bins were stolen before I moved in. A transient accosted me on my second day. People wander into my yard regularly.

Those who say “great for families” - yeah, I’m you want your child hit by a car and to have learning disabilities from all the noise.