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About Perth

I tried askin’ Stan—dumbass didn’t know shit. Kyle? That Jew’s too busy countin’ pennies! So I’m out here, sweatin’, thinkin’, “This is bullshit!” Then—BOOM—found this shady spot downtown. Some chick’s leanin’ on a wall, smokin’. I’m like, “Hell yeah, jackpot!” She’s givin’ me the eye, and I’m all, “Respect my authoritah, lady!” She laughs—pisses me off—but I’m happy too, ‘cause she’s hot! Like, hotter than WALL-E’s trash piles, y’know?

By Brain in a Vat

Is sex work actually work? Is prostitution always a form of exploitation? And show we legalize or decriminalize prostitution?

Ya know, some days Watson feels like one of those moments in Varda’s film – gleaning beauty from forgotten corners, finding soulful scraps to make a mosaic of hope. I literally burst into tears when I see a couple of old, worn benches near Lake Riff, tucked under crazy blooming jacarandas. Every tear tells a story, every bench holds a secret. “The art of gleaning”, like Agnès Varda sings in my head!

Nick Watson meets Bella the greyhound