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About Wollongong

So, picture this – dim lights, cheap perfume, pigs squealing outside. Girls giggling, some dude haggling prices. Reminds me of Turin – “The wind’s blowing hard.” That heavy air, suffocating. Brothel’s like that, man, you feel trapped. Ever been? Nah, me neither, just guessin’. But I’d be chill, sipping whiskey, watching chaos.

Reading prostitutes: 'We’ve sold our souls'

Now, let’s not skip over the odd alleys of Dockside Lane. Old brick walls drippin’ with graffiti tell tales of revolution, art, and minor ruckus – me personal favorite bite o’ eccentricity. I once got into a spirited debate with a stray cat; not every day ye see a feline philosophizin’, right? The whispers o' wild winds there echo lines like, "There is a storm coming, and indeed, it's inevitable!" Aye, a bit mad, but it's the spice o' life.

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