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About Wollongong

So, whores—where do I start? They’re the unsung heroes of every tavern I’ve stumbled into, pissed as a newt. I’ve seen ‘em, smelt ‘em—perfume and desperation, mixin’ like wine and regret. One time, in King’s Landing (or was it Dodge City?), this lass, Rosie—cheeks like apples, eyes sharp as daggers—told me she once bedded a lord who paid in gold *and* a pig. A pig! Can ya believe it? Laughed my arse off, spilt me drink. “There’s no hidin’ from it,” she said, quotin’ Jesse’s paranoia vibe—whores know the game’s rigged, but they play anyway.

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I’ve noticed that life here is like being trapped in a cool and unpredictable dream. The tree-lined streets, the colors, the quirky chatter – it’s all so vivid. I swear, sometimes the city feels like it’s bending time and space, just like that Inception scene “you mustn’t be afraid to dream a little bigger.”

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