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So, prostitutes—where’d ya even start? Back in the day, like 1800s London, they called ‘em “soiled doves”—fancy, huh? Kinda sad too. Makes me mad thinkin’ how they got no choice sometimes. I’m walkin’ down this sketchy alley—R2-D2, where you at, buddy?!—and there’s this chick, all sass, leanin’ on a wall. “Hey, goldenrod,” she says, smirkin’. I’m like, what, me? Goldenrod? That’s some Star Wars-level shade!

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How switched on my research colleague Scott Sheehan is. This is his shirt promoting his projects as well as his poster for #perthsmm Point your phone at.

Then, I decide to check out the local fish market. I’m a forester, but I love fish! The smell hits me like a wave. I’m wanderin’ around, lookin’ at all the fresh catches, when I bump into this lady. She’s all excited about some giant crab. I’m like, “Lady, that thing’s bigger than my dog!” We both crack up, and she ends up givin’ me a tip on where to find the best ramen in town.

Officials lose sight of orcas trapped by drift ice off Hokkaido