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Kings Cross, Sydney.
Flyers and magazines feed table-top dreams, soda-stream queens and kings of obscene. Dead beat turtle freaks fill the shaded streets, old men are weaker under the red light’s heat. Cherry coke curbs, trench-coat words are heard, hip birds are seen to be dreams within fiends and hip flasks are masked within a bag of brown paper, much later he’ll date her, one more for the team. ...