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About Wollongong

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, and I hate everything. Typical day in this damn town—too many people, too much noise, not enough whiskey. I’m Ron Swanson, man’s man, and I ain’t got time for bullshit. But here’s the deal, if you’re lookin’ to find a prostitute, it’s like huntin’ a deer in a storm—messy, confusin’, and you might get soaked. Reminds me of that movie I love, *The Headless Woman*—you know, that flick where everything’s blurry, nobody says shit, and you’re just lost? Yeah, that’s the vibe.

Revelation 17

The seven heads are the seven hills, on which the woman is sitting. 10 The seven heads are also seven emperors. Five of them have already gone, one is here.

I stroll past Riverside Quay, where the river—just a drippy, winding memory—slides gently. Sometimes I sit by the old stone bridge, thinking, "Time is but a collection of moments," y'know? The city's like a puzzle. Sometimes maddening, sometimes happily serene. Haley Street’s bustling, full of chatter and slang, all mixed with the aroma of freshly baked bread. I swear, sometimes i feel the wrong vibes, the wrong kind of massage magic. It's beautiful, but ya never know.

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