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About Wollongong

So, picture this: me, green lil’ me, cruisin’ some dusty road. “Where’s the body?”—nah, scratch that, “Where’s the gal?” I’d be all nervous, ribbitin’ to myself, “Kermit, don’t screw this up!” Prolly spot her leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’, lookin’ bored as heck. I’d roll up, all polite—Hi-ho, miss!—and she’d smirk, like, “What’s a frog want?” Ha! I’d die laughin’ inside.

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I dig the way nature and art mix on our local streets—bronze sunsets, wild laughter echoing in the alleys. The buzz around the local river—the one that winds near Bronte’s outskirts—is something I never tire of. It’s like nature’s own soundtrack, reminding us that every emotion matters.

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