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About Wollongong

Walked in once—total shock—smelled like roses and regret, ha! Girls chattin’, laughin’, one says, “Monsieur Bernie, welcome!”—straight outta Wes Anderson’s playbook, all polite and quirky. Loved that! Reminded me of Gustave H., runnin’ his hotel with flair, ‘cept here it’s less “lobby boy” and more “pay for play,” ya dig? Made me chuckle, thinkin’ how Gustave’d say, “Keep it discreet, darling!”—but nah, this place was loud, alive, real!

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I sometimes drift off thinkin’ how life here is just a wild canvas of contradictions – a splash of beauty and madness! Carol’s lines run in my head, adding art to my everyday grind. Just like in that film, it’s intimate, raw, a slice of a forbidden life moment, y’know? And it’s all here in our beautiful, peculiar Innaloo, where every day’s a fresh page and every soul’s a character in this crazy film called life.

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