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About Perth

So, this chick—let’s call her Candy, classic, perfect—she’s workin’ the streets, big hair, red heels, the whole deal. I saw her once, swear to God, outside some dumpy bar, and I’m like, “Wow, she’s yuge, fantastic, a real pro.” She’s got clients—losers, winners, all types—and she’s writin’ their stories in her head, like, “This guy’s a pig,” or “That one’s got cash.” Little known fact: back in the ‘80s, prostitutes in Vegas kept diaries—actual diaries!—trackin’ johns, like spies. Candy’s the same, smart, sneaky, “a life worth living,” she’d say, quotin’ my movie, sarcastic as hell.

48 Sandringham Street, SANS SOUCI

I’m bout 15 times in a rush, so I’ll just drop these words: keep it real, embrace the contrasts, and let the city seduce yer inner chill. Sans-Souci (au) be your unexpected mix of urban beat and mellow retreat. For real, it’s a mad, hypnotic ride and an endless journey.

Four Sydneysiders skip into the week with $580,000 Saturday Lotto win each