Caring
Yesterday afternoon a young fella in Darlinghurst hailed me for a roundabout fare. “First I need to drop some money off to my friend,” he requested, “then we’ll go to Central Station.” It was only when we arrived and he walked to the unit entrance that I noticed his pronounced limp and a gammy hand indicating some form of handicap. Within a few minutes a woman emerged aged around thirty years, slightly chubby and buxom. He towered over her whilst they chatted before she decided to take the ca
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