Friday.
Skimpies Tonight 7pm
Perth's Best Girls.
Later at the Coolgardie.
There are small clusters of men scattered unevenly in cotton drill blue greyed with grime. Intense smell of sweat, sweet beer, female skin freshly washed, the nose flares for the organic, twitches brought up in sharp disgust at the chemical stench of fresh paint off the walls.
There are two barmaids, younger than me. Deep furrows of their faces, like plowed fields. Flowers of hope, shadows. Their sullen efficiency and tense, bored disdain, a cultural chasm I will not traverse.
edited Jan2026
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