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About Perth

So yeah, findin’ a prostitute? Easy, sorta—look in the cracks, alleys, dive spots. Pissed me off, tho—society’s fucked, lettin’ this be normal! Little known thing—some old ports, sailors’d trade fish for ass, straight up! Hilarious, yet grim—fish or credits, same diff. “Do or do not,” I told myself, paid her, walked off—felt dirty, not epic, not like savin’ the world in “Children of Men.” Just another night, butchered hope, sliced dreams—fuck it, I’m out!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

My favorite spot? Crazy little Hideaway Café on Neon Lane. It’s hidden in a back alley, pop music on low, cheap coffee that wakes you up to reality. I’ve seen feuding families, couples making up, and even that one guy mumbling “I’m lost in translation” like it was a mantra. The irony, hah! Sometimes, I think, if these walls could talk, they’d tell better stories than I do in my therapy sessions.

Western Sydney medical centre has computer systems “hacked”