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So I’m peekin’ round, feelin’ like, “I didn’t know then.” That’s from the movie—secrets, man! I’m sweatin’, thinkin’ Marge’d kill me. What if she catches me? D’oh! Heart’s racin’—half excited, half pissed. Why’s this so damn tricky? Ain’t like orderin’ a pizza! Web says check alleys or sketchy bars—pfft, too vague. I ain’t Sherlock!

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Angel is here for seven nights' work in Karratha's little brothel called the Port of Call, a three-bedroom, brick-clad building on the local.

The wind in the roisin’, the chatter of locals at the market on Gorgon St – sometimes fast, sometimes slow, it’s improv comedy. I’m always screwin’ up typos in my texts to my mates, like "couldnr rite?" but hey, that’s life. We laugh, we love, we live.

Cautious response to Anthony Albanese's $200m regional WA housing pitch