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About Wollongong

Little tidbit fer ye—prostitutes in port towns used to signal ships with lanterns, code fer “come hither.” Rosie’s lot still got tricks like that, keepin’ it old-school. I’m impressed, aye, but I’m also knackered—legs wobbly as a ship in a storm. “I’m not entirely unnoble,” I slur, tryin’ to charm her, but she just rolls her eyes. Fair enough, lass.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

There's the river, the Little Creek. Its flow soothes me, just like a whisper. I sit at the creek bank near Rockwell Bridge – quiet, almost unreal. The bridge spark memories. A radial spot for deep thoughts n’ wild revelations. "We need to go deeper!" I always say.

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