The generator is whirring outside tonight. I say whirring, maybe it is
thumping. Anyway, the generator is a presence, a petrol-induced entity who
keeps t...
Tuesday, August 20, 2019
Best Girls
I'm in the Coolgardie pub now. There are seven men. The smell of sweat is intense. It also stinks of paint. The barmaids have lived some strong lives judging by the depth of the furrows, like plowed fields. I wonder if it's them will be getting their gear off at 7pm. Skimpies. Perth's Best Girls.
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