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Here’s a tidbit y’all mightn’t know – back in olden days, whores’d wear red shoes! Little signal, like a bat call for business! Ain’t that wild? Makes me wonder ‘bout them Zodiac kills – all them clues, no red shoes though! Fincher’d have a field day with that, I bet. “The suspect wore red shoes – case closed!” Ha! I crack myself up sometimes.

More Than Damned Whores and God’s Police

She arrived in Australia in after her husband, an artist, had left her a widow. In Ballarat, she hooked up with a fiery journalist who was.

Ballarat’s got its historical grit too – the old gold rush era is all over the place. Sovereign Hill? Yeah, it's like walking into a time machine where you can almost smell the dust and hear the clinkin' coins. But listen, I’m a pleasure coach – I see the fun in every corner. I often find myself ramblin’ around the Old Ballarat Cemetery – super eerie but kinda poetic. Reminds me of that line, “In silence, madness peeks through.” True story, man.

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