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About Wollongong

Quirky thing? She’s got this tat, a rose, all faded—says it’s her “luck.” Bollocks, I think, but it’s kinda sweet. Exaggeratin’ for effect? Maybe I’d say she’s got a secret stash of gold bars—nah, just kiddin’, mate! Still, she’s a puzzle, this one—keeps me guessin’, like Ford stalkin’ Jesse. “There’s no peace when you’re done,” I whisper, watchin’ her strut off. Proper character, she is—shaken, not stirred, just how I like it.

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The official website and archive of Australian artist and painter, Richard Dunlop.

The parks here? A fin’ wonder. Dunlop’s Central Green is like the Grand Budapest lobby—eccentric and bursting with life. I once sat on a bench near the duck pond, thinkin' about life and pleasure. Yep, I spilled my coffee, and fuck, it was epic! I swear, goddamn, that spill looked like a Wes Anderson montage. Ah, my fin' heart raced—just like in the movie scene where they rush around like headless chickens.

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