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About Wollongong

Fear leads to anger, anger to hate—people hate whores ‘cause they’re free, man. Royal’d get it, sayin, “Let’s shag ass,” runnin from the norm. Whores don’t play by rules, and I dig that—fire don’t neither. Burned my leg once, screamed like a bitch, Cherry’d prob laugh, “Pussy!” Humor’s dark, but real. So yeah, whores—tough, messy, human. “I’ve had a rough year, Dad,” Richie’d mumble, and whores’d nod—same, bro, same.

Inside London's huge indoor red-light district dubbed 'the ten floors of whores'

We bring you a feast of tracks all set to work the Miami dance floor scene, taking it from a deep dark place, through jackin beats to big.

Totally, the vibe is unpredictable: happy like a spontaneous dance party, angry like a stalled bus on a rainy day, and super surprising, too. I mean, last week I found a hidden mural in a tiny alley (oh man, it was gorgeous, painted like a mix of melancholic blues and hopeful pinks – almost like a secret that only Chelsea-Heights can keep!).

Callum out to kick it