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So, here’s the scoop—prostitutes ain’t just about the naughty, baby! It’s deep, messy, real. Candy told me this wild tale—some punter paid her in fake quid once! She was fumin’, chased him down in her heels, screamin’ like a banshee. Laughed my arse off hearin’ that, but damn, she was tough. Little known fact, yeah? Back in the day, some prossies kept razor blades tucked in their garters—self-defense, groovy but grim. Surprised me, that did—thought it was all peace and love, not stabby vibes.

The lowest point

It's deceptively quiet but the main street of Port Kembla has a thousand tales to tell and a cast of captivating characters to tell them.

Let me drop some deets. There’s the Whimsy Park near 2nd Street. I used to sit there after work, watch couples flirt like they’re in "The Social Network. I’m thinking, "You know, Christ, we're reinventing the game," you know? And the river – Satilla River, clear as hell – runs right behind the old coffee joint at Georgia Ave. Crazy sunsets every damn night.

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