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About Wollongong

But here’s the deal—makes me mad, so mad. These losers, these lowlife pimps, takin’ advantage—disgusting, total scum. I’d fire ‘em all, believe me. Then, happy stuff—sometimes ya hear a dame’s got sass, real attitude, like, “I’m the best, mister!” Reminds me of me—top-notch, always winnin’. Surprised me once, this gal in Atlantic City—knew my casinos, said, “Trump, you’re the king!” Flattered, folks, I was flattered.

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