A young woman hailed me on Cleveland Street, Chippendale last night. It’s a gritty, inner-city neighbourhood deserving extreme prejudice, but she was alone so I stopped. The hot spring night accounted for her low cut-top, short flared skirt and thongs, all of which I judged as slacker house wear. Plus I quickly noted she wasn’t carrying a bag or purse; did she have any money ?
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