EXCLUSIVE The ultimate Melbourne vs Sydney tier list: High society insiders reveal the REAL hierarchy of the rival cities... and who's fallen from the A-list
The eastern suburbs may look like a playground for Sydney 's young, hot and rich.
But in reality, the major players in the east are no different to teenagers competing to be the most popular girl in school. They may be older, some even a little wiser, but - according to our society insider - the same rules apply.
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