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About Perth

So, whores—where do I start? They’re out there, hustlin’, livin’ life on the edge. Reminds me of that line in “Ten”—“You’re not a woman, you’re a machine!”—driver yellin’ at his passenger. Whores get that, don’t they? People judgin’, callin’ em cold, but they’re just survivin’. I knew this gal once—Jenny, worked the streets near Hollywood. Tough as nails, but her laugh? Gold. She’d say, “Larry, I’m my own boss!” Made me happy, that grit—still does.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Neighborhoods here are smudged with history. Cranky old brick houses on Lacey Lane remind me of the old days when every bruise told a story. Sometimes I get mad ‘bout the neglect, but then, like in the movie, it’s all part of our tragic beauty – “I wonder... did he really do it, or did his own mind betray him?” That’s how I feel about these streets sometimes.

Police investigating 'trivial' dispute between two men after body found in caravan in Caboolture