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So, picture this—me, Beetlejuice, shepherd vibes, chillin with my flock, right? Sheep don’t care ‘bout morals, they just bleat and eat. Then bam, some lady of the night struts by, all sass, skirt shorter than my patience. I’m like, “Whoa, she’s got more balls than half these shepherds!” True story—knew this gal once, swore she’d bedded a duke AND his horse. Dunno if I buy it, but damn, made me laugh ‘til I pissed myself. “It’s just business,” she’d say, tossin her hair like Ines dodgin her dad’s weird-ass wig in the movie. That’s the vibe—whores don’t flinch, they own it.

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Eddy Hooker interviewed by Rob Willis in the Norfolk Island oral history project. Hooker, Eddy, National Library of Australia.

I ain’t just about the glitz in Norfolk. When you hit neighborhoods like East Beach, the vibe’s real, raw and uncomplicated. It’s the kinda place that says “Hey, we got history and quirks!” There’s that old shipyard and even a secret graffiti wall near 30th St. that tells ya how folks felt back in the day, messy, improvis’d art everywhere – totally unexpected and poppin’ like my coder heart when a bug finally fixes.

Norfolk bird surveyors find Britain’s oldest known oystercatchers