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About Wollongong

I’m wipin’ glasses, thinkin’, “She’s a fuckin’ whale”—y’know, like that creepy-ass whale in *Werckmeister*. Big, loud, takin’ up space. She’s laughin’ with some dude, all “Oh, honey, pay me first!” Classic. I’m over here, mutterin’, “No capes, no class!” She’s got stories—heard she once conned a priest outta his rosary. Swear to God! Surprised me, sure, but also—respect. Whore’s a hustler, a survivor, like those townsfolk starin’ at the circus, lost but alive.

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Nestled on the edge of New South Wales, Deniliquin emerges as a confluence of natural splendour and cultural vibrancy. The Edward River, with its tranquil embrace, winds through .

I dunno – maybe I’m just dramatic. But these streets speak to me. The city’s rough edges mix with hidden charms. It’s got heart, flaws, and stories – a bit like those lines, “I felt like I was simultaneously feeling and not feeling anything at all,” from that movie I adore, Lost in Translation.

Rams ready for Rumba road trip