Glenmore-Park? Hell, it's wild.

Small suburb near Penrith. Streets? Dunlop Rd and Orchard Grove lead.

A city, cold yet warm.

I seen families run bout here.

Every park, every turn—it speaks.

Glenmore, mate, got that gritty charm.
I walk through Palmer St.

Old spots mix with new hope.

Parklands? Check out Parkside Reserve.

Kids laughing, couples chillin' hard.

Family dynamics? Yeah, they shift.

I watched real life unfold.
Oh! Remember "Oldboy"?

"Laugh and the world laughs with you."

I echo that in my head.

Emotions clash—truth hits hard.

You feel anger? Or sweet love?

It’s a mirror to life here.
Real talk, neighborhoods shine too.

Ain’t no fancy vibe, just real.

Glenmore Park Shopping Centre bustles around.

Good eats, cool shops, mad hustle.

I got mad joy yet anger.

We live, we fight, we laugh.
The river? Coxs Creek flows nearby.

A hidden gem, quietly there.

I walked its edge, found solace.

A psychologist's eye sees cracks.

Care, pain, beauty... old wounds.
I seen secrets in cracks.

I seen souls healing, losing so.

Mans, things get tense sometimes.

I got smitten by local quirks.

This joint, raw, never perfect.
Street whispers—like whispered lies.

Nature echoes life's brutal truth.

I get angry sometimes, ya know?

But truth is brutal, must be said.

Glenmore-Park, never runs dry.
Anyway, mate, visit.

Experience gritty beauty firsthand.

Our lives repeat like movie lines.

I nod at every glimmer.

Real, raw, flawed—like "Oldboy."

That’s the damn city, man.