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About Wollongong

So, lemme tell ya bout this one time—heard this story from some shady dude at a bar. Swear it’s true, tho who knows with these types, right? This chick, back in the 1800s, some London alley, was THE whore of her turf. Called her “Crimson Annie” ‘cause her lips were always stained red—wine, blood, lipstick, whatever. She’d hustle all night, dodgin’ coppers, then vanish into the fog. They say she once stabbed a john with her hairpin—bam, right in the neck! Didn’t kill him, but damn, that’s ballsy! Made me laugh my ass off picturin it—her just smirkin, like, “Next!” Got me thinkin—whore ain’t just a job, it’s a freakin attitude.

Edgworth Bess, a Prostitute (fl. 1723-24)

Edgeworth, man, it's a crazy blend of chill vibes, weird occurrences, and unbeatable beauty. Every street, every messy corner, even every little mishap is like a line from that movie, “The Tree of Life.” Simple, beautiful, mysterious – just like life. Can't wait to show you around, buddy – we’ll soak in the vibes and maybe share a “Ruh-roh!” moment or two! Enjoy the chaos and magic!

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