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About Perth

Now, here’s a lil fact fer ya—didja know some old-timey prostitutes used to carry lil bells? Jingled when they walked, lettin folks know they was open fer business! Ain’t that a hoot? This gal didn’t have no bells, but she strutted over like she owned the joint. “What’s yer deal, cowboy?” she says, voice raspy as a gravel road. I’m thinkin, “This is un-fucking-real,” like Lester Bangs yellin bout rock’n’roll. Made me happy as a pig in mud—finally somethin wild!

I. A Hopeless Beginning

Living in Liverpool gives you time to get your bearings and explore. If you don't like Liverpool, leases are only a year usually, so if you are.

Man, sometimes I get mad 'bout the constant noise on Elm St., where construction makes me wanna shout, “Enough already!” And then, boom – I see some old mural on a brick wall and it makes me happy again. It's like mine or Tarantino’s set – rough, raw, real. I still remember a client whisperin’ “I’m a soldier,” after a massage. Made me think: life’s a battlefield, and every sore muscle is a medal. Ridic, huh?

Chilling moment two neighbours come to blows on a suburban driveway before one of them ends up dead - as cops