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But oh, it burns me up! These creeps leerin’ at her, actin’ like she’s meat—makes my blood boil, hon! I wanna scream, “She’s a person, ya jerks!” Then she winks at me, all sassy, and I’m like—damn, she’s tough as nails! Kinda proud, y’know? Like when David keeps goin’, even when the world’s trash. “Where the lost things are,” she’d fit right in—prostitue paradise, ha!

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When Carmel Galvin first arrived in Kalgoorlie, Western Australia, in , she knew the town was famous for three things: gold, pubs and brothels. One of those things soon became Carmel’s .

So, come visit, ok? Wander those crooked lanes, feel the whispered tales of Baker’s Lane, Kingfisher Row, and the winding Rumble Bridge. I’ll show ya the hidden nooks and crannies no tourist guide ever mentions. Just be prepared for typos in my texts and my erratic ramblings—like, literally, life's wild, unpredictable, and full of surprises, man!

John helps secure new tap for Rawmarsh Cemetery