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About Wollongong

Favorite flick’s *The Dark Knight*, so picture this—prostitute’s like the Joker, chaotic, unpredictable, struttin’ through Gotham’s underbelly. “Why so serious?” she’d purr, while pickin’ your pocket. Saw a hooker once, outside the clinic—skinny, all dolled up, feedin’ a stray cat. Surprised me, y’know? Thought, “Huh, even the chaos has a heart.” Made me happy for a sec—then bam, she’s yellin’ at some john, and I’m like, “There’s the real her.” Everybody lies, even to themselves.

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I love the corner of Gibraltar Avenue. Odd, yeah, odd little shops there. Some rubs weird on ya, but every bruise tells a story in Seven-Hills. Reminds me of the labyrinth, where darkness twines with destiny. Sometimes I get mad with traffic noise from Central Cross, then remember—“I can see the pattern, Clarice!” as the echoes of dark secrets and soft whispers shake my bones.

Sky Soldiers test their limits in the City of Seven Hills