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About Wellington

Me hands black from burnin’, me heart blacker thinkin’ of ‘em. They’s everywhere in towns, flashin’ smiles, but it’s all fake, innit? Like the doctor in the movie, diggin’ for truth, but findin’ only dirt. Once saw one, real young, near me woods – skinny, shiverin’, eyes dead like burnt-out coals. Made me mad, it did! Who let her fall so low? Grrr, we hates it! Society’s muck, chuckin’ ‘em out like rubbish.

Brothels: Sex in the suburbs

A sex worker says she yelled, pushed and stabbed a client with her thumbs after he ignored her attempts to withdraw consent.

First off, I hit up the local café on George Street. You know, the one with the best flat whites? Yeah, that one. I ordered my usual, and the barista, bless her heart, totally messed it up. I mean, how do you mess up a flat white? It’s like, just milk and coffee, right? I was like, “Um, excuse me, this is a latte.” She just smiled and said, “It’s all good, mate!” I was fuming inside but tried to keep it cool.

Charging for water in the future