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The Sydney sun, bless its heart—or maybe not—seems to shine down with unyielding intensity. It’s like the city has an endless supply of solar energy just waiting for a chance to fry anyone daring enough to step outside without SPF triple digits and a parasol. Sure, it's great if you're one of those people who thinks 'tan' is synonymous with health or if your idea of fun involves baking on concrete beaches while sipping lemonade from plastic cups. But let’s be real: the relentless sun turns Sydney into an oven for half the year, leaving only a brief window when mere mortals can venture out without risking dehydration and heatstroke.

So here's my question to all you Sydneysiders—when is enough going to be too much?