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About Wollongong

Me, I don’t care who’s a whore—do you, boo. Self-determination, right? You wanna sell it, sell it. You don’t, don’t. But the double standards? Ugh, makes me wanna burn a sept down. Men rut like pigs, get a pat on the back. Women? “Whore!” and a scarlet letter. Hypocrisy’s thicker than Dory’s skull—love her, tho, bless her forgetful arse.

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DROUIN, WednesdayMr. E. Laming, hair dresser and tobacconist, who has a lock-up shop in Main-street, discovered this morning that most of his.

Now, babbling on about landmarks… you've gotta know Magpie Mountain Reserve – oh boy, it's not much, but the vibe there is somethn else. Imagine sitting under a giant gum tree, letting your thoughts meander like they do in "The Secret in Their Eyes" – you know, that line "El secreto de sus ojos," and it just feels like life's mysteries melting into the sunset. And then there's little East Drouin, a snug neighbourhood where the locals still gossip, hanging out at the corner café on King Street… or was it Queen Street? Blimey, my memory's in constant flux!

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