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SYDNEY
Jul 9, 2007 16:09:56 GMT -5
Post by Dave Besseling on Jul 9, 2007 16:09:56 GMT -5
GMT + 11 Oceania Australia New South Wales 33 55 00 S 151 10 00 E .
SYDNEY . “You call that a red light district? That’s not a red light district… . … hmmmm, not sure how to Dundee my way out of that one, but it’s true. more a hype seed germinating for a glowing filaments’ phosphorous needs. King’s Arse. Stereotypes done over on yourselves- garish proper. . I checked in and set off to where I could see water, “Just here, down this way” he says. heyyyy. I can see a jetty and the people perched thereupon. Down some stairs where cockatiels smooth a clacking smooch with grey palping palpus on the overhanging lamp posts. Keeping rapists and purse snatchers away, I suppose. . . “Over there - that’s Russell Crowe’s house”, she says. Cool huuuuuh? wide-eyed for my reaction. Out the end of a yuppie oblong, where cocktails / smoothies, lip-mooch jeunesse dorée pant and groove around dance poles. Nouveau riche keeping the boredom at bay. Keeping the cliques close. . Shiny happy harbour. Through balmy botanics; trees with sleeping bats I sniff transplanted floral mechanics. Around the corner- there it is, Australia’s shameless cliché (I mean that in the nicest of ways). Oh that Opera frag-totem, wiggling it’s Picasso split-arse over the hills at Bondi’s beach. Calming pint in the glare of the scaly windsail sharkfin thing, then? Ten dollars, buddy. . Toronto warehouses brought down here brick by brick to a better climate and a waterfront more picturesque to stand sand-stoned and cozy, all nuzzled and cuddly like a mayflower galley full of Micks under the bridge downtown, catching shadows off the pirate ships. Under the multinationals downtown. Where they draw their blood. . Tomorrow it’s back to Amsterdam; the cold, the wind, the parsimony. One thing the old Dam’s got on you though, my fair Sydney: . … that’s a Red Light District.” .
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