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Reminds me of that film line, “We’re not bad people.” She ain’t, neither—just caught in the grind, like Otilia sortin’ her mate’s mess. Another punter comes in, all sleazy, grabby hands. She rolls her eyes, whispers, “This one’s a pig.” I’m like, “Bruv, I’d lamp him, but I’d lose me job.” She smirks, “Cheers, but I got this.” Off she goes, swayin’ her hips, workin’ it.

Pick of the Past: Prospect Street, Caversham

Sharon Acoose is an Indigenous woman who found her way from prostitute to professor. In this book, she reviews the issues of prostitution and uses her personal.

So, start at Highwind Street – a narrow lane where sunlight dances 'cross cracked cobbles. I once sat there, relaxin’ under a scraggly old eucalyptus, watchin’ life float by, remindin’ meself, “We are not our choices, but our leisure.” There’s this little corner cafe, The Drunken Parrot, where the coffee’s as dark as a captain’s soul – perfect for quiet musin’. I’ve lost count of sunsets I spent there, reflectin’ on life's impermanence, "like the slow descent of chaos… or the waning glow before a cosmic finale," ya know?

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