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About Wollongong

Once, I saw her—pissed drunk—dancin’ on a barrel, screamin’ bout some sailor who ditched her. Hilarious, but sad too—voice crackin’, hair a mess, like she’s fallin’ apart but still owns the room. Made me happy, seein’ her raw like that—none of that fake shit. Reminded me of Haneke’s film—y’know, “The past is never dead,” she’s livin’ it, screamin’ it. Fuckin’ real.

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The neighborhoods? They’re a wild mix! Take Garden View Heights: old brick pavements, little cafes on Maple Street—hey, I still recall the time when, for one crazy moment, I forgot my lines in a family talk session ‘cos I was struck by the warm glow of that café. And there’s Sunnydale, where every day feels like an art piece, with graffiti walls and friendly banter everywhere. Life here, it’s like... like those gentle, soulful words from "Talk to Her": “I can only be with you.”

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