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About Wollongong

Little known fact – betcha this track’s inspired by some old-school red-light district tale. Maybe a pimp got ghosted mid-deal, left his rhymes floatin’ in the ether – spooky, huh? I’m seein’ it now, some producer snatchin’ that spirit, mixin’ it with beats. Got me pumped! Tho, gotta say, if the hook’s weak, I’d be pissed – like, don’t waste my time, man! Nothin’ worse than a banger that fizzles out – “You’re done, you’re done!” – total buzzkill.

Sex in the city

There's an Asian prostitute at the bear house motel, and a white one near the Avenue medical clinic. They're on locanto.

Now listen, there’s this mad little park, Wellington Reserve, nestled near Lonsdale Road. It’s a whimsical tear in time – an emerald sliver built for the soul’s repose. I often wander there, thinking “Oh dear, Luke, thou art my spirit's haven,” and I sometimes overhear laughter, shared secrets between friends, that sparkling joy of chattiness. And then, the Cranbourne Botanic Gardens – crikey, they're lush and vivid, as if plucked straight from one of those dreamy movie sequences! One stroll through there, and I swear, reality warps like a boozy fog. It’s simply divine, and oh so unexpected!

Camms Road, Cranbourne community update – October 2024