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Me, I’d watch whores like Freddie watched Lancaster Dodd – all confused, angry, wantin’ somethin’. “Man is not an animal!” Dodd screams – but whores? They prove it, don’t they? They’s raw, wild, livin’ on edges we don’t touch. Once knew this gal, Sally, worked the docks – tough as nails, she was! Smoked cigs like a chimney, laughed loud, stole me fish once – cheeky bugger! We hates it, her takin’ me supper, but damn, she had guts. Made me happy, her sass – rare, that is!

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4 days ago · A Hunters Hill home known to locals as the “abandoned mansion” has clocked the blue-chip suburb’s record on Sydney’s lower north shore, selling at a frenzied auction for .

I sometimes find secret little corners to catch breath – near a hiding bench by the corner of Nicholson Street. There, I see kids playing and old mates sitting chatting. Pure magic, like a scene from that film – "Let the Right One In." Boo-ya, spooky and sweet, innit?

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