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About Wollongong

Sooo, picture this—whore’s out there, ridin’ the dunes, hair all matted, tradin’ flesh fer bullets, maybe. Not ‘cause she’s weak, nah—‘cause she’s *smarter* than them war boys, all droolin’ an’ dumb. “Witness me!” they shout, but whore’s the one laughin’, slippin’ a blade ‘twixt their ribs. Sneaky, precious, sneaky! Did ye know—true fact, swear it—that “whore” pops up in old sailor yarns? Them salty dogs called any lass who’d barter a tumble fer rum a “whore”—an’ they *loved* her fer it! Argh, makes me wanna dance, it does—happy, happy Gollum!

Brian Penton (1904-1951)

Scottish rugby, in recent times a sick and impoverished beast, has relied on the outcasts from the southern hemisphere to keep itself alive.

Man, these streets got soul. I nod and wink at hidden lust, old scars, and new dreams. So wild, so messy, like Tabu’s own quirky beats—“we hates it!” Yet then again, we loves it all. Trust me, it’s a heart-thumper.

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