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About Perth

Now, *Moolaadé*—that bit where Collo screams, “I say no!”—I reckon a prossie’s got that fire, too. Saying no to the world’s sanctimonious guff. Respect, that. Once met a gal, Soho, 3 a.m., she says, “Boris, love, 50 quid, no kissing”—I weren’t buying, just curious! Swear she’d a PhD in sass—told me to sod off, posh-like. Laughed me tits off—cheeky mare! Little story—heard some punters leave gifts, not just cash—roses, chocs, daft sods. Romantic or pathetic? You tell me.

The brothel-without-walls : twentieth century photography and the presentation of prostitution

This dissertation examines the interconnected visualization of fantasy, obscenity, and eroticism in twentieth-century photographs of prostitution and the sex.

I gotta mention the waves. The beach along Seabreeze Road is epic. You can hear the rollicking sound of the ocean, like a lone guitar in a smoky bar. Spent many nights watchin’ the tide, thinkin’ about life’s mysteries, just like Inside Llewyn Davis said, “It’s always all right, baby.”

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