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About Wollongong

Here’s a tidbit—didja know Victorian hookers used pineapple perfume? Yeah, exotic, pricey—drove punters wild. Imagine that, me staggerin’ in, half-drunk, sniffin’ fruit on a gal. “Lobby Boy!” I’d yell, pretendin’ I’m Zero, lost in a bordello. Gets me giddy thinkin’ bout it—those mad, messy nights.

The rebirth of Phoenix

I live around Crown Rd, right near some parks, like Junction Park. Trees, kids runnin' wild… sometimes I sit there thinkin about love, about fate, about dating profiles that never seem to match – life's funny sometimes. There’s a sense of hope out here… just like in Brokeback Mountain… or, uh, that movie man, moments of passion in the hidden corners of nature, you get me?

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