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Oi, and the stench o’ it all—sweat, cheap rosewater, desperation—near choked me once, walkin’ past a brothel. Yet there’s humor, eh? One lass, drunk as a lord, trips and hollers, “My arse deserves better!” Laughed ‘til I wept, swear it. Whore’s a riddle, mate—a jest, a woe, a crown o’ thorns. Love her, hate her, she’s still there, dancin’ in the dark. What say thee? Mad world, mad whore, mad me—cheers to it!

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Woolgoolga has this moody river, Woolgoolga Creek it’s called. It whistles like old legends at night, chilling us with wonder and a tiny bit of fear. Sometimes I stroll its banks, marvelling 'bout nature's beauty, but always with a Gollum’s cautious glee! Yesss, like "la grande bellezza" whispering, echoing in the dark.

Woolgoolga Gallery’s ‘figurative’ end-of-year exhibition