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The Worst of Perth 
the graffiti certainly improves the architecture.
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That’s not graffiti. It IS the artist’s impression.
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I’m drinking stinking Melbourne Bitter in a bar that’s in a literally stinking alley! There is palpable vibrancy spilling out of skips full of shit rotting in the sun. Sweet!
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Section 8?
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fuck I’m not even sure what it’s called. Could be Elizabeths or similar name.
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No it’s called sister Bella which means beautiful sister for you hayseeds.
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The bar chick’s on the phone ordering piss. Give me the factory red and the factory White. And what about cider..?
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I am catching the midnight horror to Smellbourne next week for union buisness and can’t wait.
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So will you have time to stink up an alley? I’ll be here and on holiday.
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I like the font that Fuck Off is written in.
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TLA – I highly recommend a visit to Wellington Crescent if you’re up that end of the city.
Classic worst worthy bronze nudie statues, all anatomically intact in various suggestive poses.
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Cool. The Japanese restaurant I’m in has a sign on the fridge, “no more drink for staff. “
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do they serve whale?
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No more free blubber for staff.
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Laminated?
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O Melbourne, jewel in Aussie crown
The hippest happening place around
Trams and bars and restaurants
Laneway art and all you want
Otherwise a wintry hell
The home of fucking AFL
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Staying in tourist Southbank has reminded me how shitty opals look in any form.
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OPAL IS A MASTER HEALING STONE
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Wow, those are some 1st class familiars she’s got
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This is great, thank you
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Thankyou JJ, but you really shouldn’t encourage me.
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I have heard about the Paris End of Collins Street.
Evidently there is now also a New York End of Collins Street.
Which makes one wonder what the Middle of Collins Street is like.
I’d like to think they’d mix it up and include six or seven miles of Manchester.
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I think of it as Why The Hell Do We Want Perth To Look Like This Street. TLA should bring back a suitcase of starlings to complete the effect, all the concrete benches and glass shopping malls just feel empty without them.
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Ahh fuck U2 are playing nearby tonight as well.
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THAT’S fucking vibrancy right there.
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Ooshta up the ying-yang.
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You should ask Bono who the black Bono is.
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Dude , what part of “I am the black Bono” don’t you understand?
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Perth has the Warsaw end of Wellington Street.
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warsaw during ww2.
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Am I the only one forthright enough to point out that our congenial American friend doesn’t appear to be able to correctly spell the name of his/her own city?
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In Joke.
As seen here.
Looser.
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You can’t spell loser either.
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Wahtever.
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Speaking of in-jokes, how good are the
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Forgot link. Here you go.
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umm, i think he may be paying homage to the red castle drinks menu.
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A young man sits down at the bar.
‘What can I get you?’ the barman asks.
‘I want a Manhattan with six shots of whisky,’ responds the young man.
‘Six shots? Are you celebrating something?’
‘Yeah, my first blowjob.’
‘Well, in that case, I’ll give you a seventh shot on the house.’
‘No offence mate’ says the young man ‘but if six shots won’t get rid of the taste, nothing will.’
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Oh the shame.
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I believe we were discussing this exact pitfall at Bar Lazy.
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Bar lazy has no pitfalls. There was more room than when I was at the fucking Cabin last.
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Don’t get defensive. The discussion was at Bar Lazy, not the pitfall.
Looser.
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I bet there’s one in the shed.
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I’m in another small bar. This one is a sake japaneser beer and whisky bar. Lots of choice but it’s too fucking dark to read the menu so I’m just drinking a giant mig of Sapporo.
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Too dark to type mug also.
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Thought I better give The Age a look and to compare with The West. The result? Rather embarrassingly, the Age was equally as bad, today at least. Column Melbourne 3000, every bit as insipid and unfunny as Inside Cover. Perhaps slightly blander. Snoreworthy column by someone called Myf Warhurst which was of the standard, tone and quality of any WAToday female. Rubbishy boring tosh. And the Age has the misfortune to have the enduringly awful Leunig as cartoonist. It’s just time for Leunig to die. Btw has Alston gone senile? Also may be time to join Leunig and Zoltan Kovacs as tins of soylent green.
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Myf’s probably just in poor form from
gagging on Powderfinger’s micropenii. ‘Cos she’s usually bubbling over with riveting insights.
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She’s no Pam Casselllas from what I can see.
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The skies are clear. a warm Perth like night.The City is pumping.every venue bursting at the seams. Boats full of revellers trolling the river. Both banks bursting with people.
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Have you been snorting Chong again??
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