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About Perth

Homer Simpson, financial whiz—ha! D’oh! I ain’t no genius, but prostitute’s got that *Pan’s Labyrinth* magic. One sec it’s all dreamy, next it’s a nightmare. “Take my hand,” it says, like the Faun, then—poof!—your cash’s gone. Still, I’m ridin’ it, ‘cause when it hits, it hits big. Whaddya think, buddy? You in?

Crossbones: Rediscovery

Senior Lecturer in Criminology Helen Easton has been working with charities in Glasgow to establish best practice for helping women to exit prostitution.

Sometimes I'll hit the quirky street cafes on Southbank Promenade, even though some are a bit shady, but in a cool way. I once got mad when a busy tourist blocked my fave quiet park near Melba Hall. That park? Little gem, smells of old gumtrees and coffee shops. I swear, it was like a scene from The White Ribbon—“A quiet, unyielding truth.”

My suburb has a reputation for being soulless and unliveable. But people flock here anyway