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About Wollongong

What pisses me off? Them cheap joints—sticky tables, stale oil, ugh! Makes me wanna harvest their asses into next week. But a good one? Oh, mate, I’d weep like Sara Goldfarb losin’ her TV. Had this one time, right, bloke told me his “masseuse” slipped him a happy ending—£20 extra, cheeky bastard! Surprised me, sure, but I respect the hustle. “Ass to ass!”—not my scene, but I get it, ya know?

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Now, picture this: sunrise at Cape Byron Lighthouse – a beacon in the fog, guidin’ lost souls, remindin’ me of that line from Son of Saul, where hope flickers in the darkest of nights. “In that moment, all of us became witnesses,” sort’a say it, don’t ya know? We face our inner demons here, as if every dawn is an epic battle. We shall fight on these golden beaches, on these rocky outcrops, just as in those intense frames of the movie. Ain’t it grand?

The holiday destination that is only an hour flight, but feels like you're in another country.