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About Wollongong

Rarrgh! So, prostitutes, huh? Been thinkin bout this chick I saw once - total pro, workin the street like she owned it. Reminds me of that flick, “The Lives of Others” - ya know, where they’re all watched, judged, controlled. “A man who can’t smell” - that’s me sniffin out her story, growlin at the bullshit she deals with. Rarrgh! She’s out there, skirt hiked up, dodgin cops, makin cash under neon lights. Bet she’s got tales - wild ones! Like, didya know some hookers in Amsterdam keep diaries? Spill all the dirty deets - clients, freaks, fetishes. Crazy, right?

Scarlet Lady

I beutifully wander down Hoddle St. It's a mix of honky-tonk bars and chill spots. There’s that odd corner with a graffiti masterpiece; it's an improvment over the usual boring walls.

Rockhampton river inhabited by crocs floated as Brisbane Olympics rowing venue