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About Wollongong

Quirks? I’m thinkin’, “Wot if I lived here?” Me, bumbling round, knockin’ over lamps—CRASH— “Sorry, sorry!” Mutterin’ nonsense, “The world is mad,” like in the flick. Brothels got history, mate—didja know Romans had ‘em? Called ‘em lupanars, fancy word, eh? Wenches an’ togas, oo-er! Probs tripped over sandals back then, same as me now—CLUNK—ow, me shin!

‘Drive me to brothel or I will cut your throat, mum’

Taking a look through the abandoned pub and checking out the www.facebook.com Colac Hotel: THE Labor Party pub that hosted strippers and welcomed bikies has cl.

I love, obvs, the way the Colac River teases through town. I’ve spent many meandering afternoons near it. It’s totally a vibe – peaceful, idyllic, and reminds me of the quiet, pensive moments of that movie, like “I was really searching for meaning” but in my own way. And then there’s a cool urban neighborhood called South Colac. I always get mad if people claim it's just “old buildings,” because like, oh-em-gee, it's full of colourful street art and quirky cafes. It’s like an endless source of inspiration for all the deep, emotional counseling convos I have.

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