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About Wollongong

So, findin’ a prossie, right? Ain’t no walk in Rivendell. You’re dodgin’ creeps, sketchy alleys—makes me wanna yell, “Fool of a Took!” at every shady corner. Back in the day, medieval times even, they had “stewhouses”—brothels run by nuns, can ya believe it? Nuns! Pimpin’ on the sly—history’s nuts! Made me laugh ‘til I choked on me pipe-weed. Imagine that in *Tropical Malady*—the jungle beast turnin’ tricks, ha!

The Holy Island of Lindisfarne

Stripes had a negative association to the medieval mind, appearing chaotic and disordered. The insane wore stripes, as did prostitutes, criminals, jugglers.

Now, the river, the Silverbrook slithers through downtown. I’ve spent miffed afternoons there, counselin’ women who need that extra spark. Ever seen the Old Wharf? That dock makes you feel like you're on a trip to another dimension. Holy shit, it’s nostalgic!

The Lindisfarne Gospels: the story of how a medieval masterpiece was made