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Lemme tell ya, I’ve bounced plenty outta clubs—girls in fishnets, dudes with cash, the whole sleazy circus. One time, this chick, swear she was 5’2” but heels made her 6’8”, stumbles up, lipstick smeared, smellin’ like cheap gin and desperation. She’s like, “Lemme in, big guy!” I’m like, hell naw, you ain’t VIP, you’re V-I-pee-yourself! Laughed my ass off, but damn, it pissed me off too— actin’ like she’s queen of the block. Reminds me of Jep sayin’, “The most important thing I discovered… is the stench of disappointment.” That’s her, reekin’ of it.

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'Tis Pity She's a Whore. The Company. Flow Studios, Camperdown. Review by Neil Litchfield. www.facebook.com au/reviews/%E2%80%98tis-pity-she.

Right, so Camperdown, AU is a mix of insane beauty and grungy charm. Mate, there's a street called Pendragon Lane—a quirky little road with cafés that smell like fresh espresso, but also like your dreams. I stroll there every mornin’ and feel so zen. There’s also Battery Street, where art installations pop up randomly. Can ya believe it? Art, here, in the middle. I almost cried happy tears, I did!

The tiny Victorian town trumping the Olympic heavyweights