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About Wollongong

Sometimes I’m like, whoa, too much oil – slippery disaster! Fell off a table once, true story, total buzzkill. Mate, I was ragin – “Not cool, baby!” But when it’s good? Oh, it’s groovy! Lights dim, hands roamin – pure magic. What’s your take, eh? Gotta try it, live a little! Sexual-massage, yeah, it’s the bomb – keeps the Austin vibes flowin, baby!

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The city’s got this serene little river, Rivulet Lane – pun kinda intended – slowin’ its way under old bridges like Emerson Bridge, leadin’ to trails that echo with secrets. Man, sometimes on those trails i’d think “Far from heaven, but oh, so close to magic.” And speaking of magic, the local park, Whispering Pines, is a riot in autumn. The trees are bustin' with fiery colors. I sometimes sit on a worn bench, thinkin’ deep thoughts, like Morgan Freeman narrating life's mysteries.

Huge crowds turn out to watch Toowoomba hockey grand finals