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Arr, matey! So, ye wanna hear ‘bout them prostitutes, eh? Sloshed me rum thinkin’ ‘bout it—savvy? Me fave flick’s *Zero Dark Thirty*, that gritty tale o’ huntin’ bad blokes. Reminds me o’ this lass, Sally, a wily ol’ harlot from Tortuga. She’d swagger into port, skirts hiked, eyes sharp as a cutlass. “We’re goin’ after him,” she’d slur, like that CIA lass Maya huntin’ bin Laden. Sally weren’t no prim dame—nah, she’d bed a sailor fer a shillin’ an’ a wink. Made me laugh, she did, all brassy an’ bold.

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While driving her new car from Brisbane to Melbourne she suffered a flat tyre in Grafton, northern New South Wales, meaning she was unable to make it to Coffs Harbour where she had .

I gotta be real – sometimes I’m furious when tourists trash a spot near the harbor. Like, come on, mate – respect the vibe, or get out! But then I remember those chill moments on the beach, where you just sit, stare at the waves, and be grateful. It’s poetic, man. But I’m always yelling “Eat my shorts!” in my head when things get too corny.

Reunion to celebrate Coffs Harbour area’s surfing family