I took a detour through a remote country town called Taree. It was like the wild west. 2 miles of deserted motels on the dual carriageway into town. Got into town on sunday night... Dead... Tumbleweed dead. Went into the supermarket ... Dead except for checkout staff: tattooed emo freaks with bad skin. Red neck town. Like going back 20 years to bad parts of the UK. Kicking myself-Why the hell did I pick Taree to break up my journey?!
So, what to do for the evening? I took myself off for an Indian. Two other people in the restaurant. Terrible decor, bad food.
So I set off back to my motel. Swung by the petrol station to buy some chocolate. Picked up a local paper. Straight to the classifieds. Bingo-a local brothel on an industrial estate! Got $500 bucks out of the ATM and called a taxi. 20 minutes later I've had a fat line, a beer and I'm sitting in a hot tub with a couple of Asian chicks.
That's how I'm livin'
So, what to do for the evening? I took myself off for an Indian. Two other people in the restaurant. Terrible decor, bad food.
So I set off back to my motel. Swung by the petrol station to buy some chocolate. Picked up a local paper. Straight to the classifieds. Bingo-a local brothel on an industrial estate! Got $500 bucks out of the ATM and called a taxi. 20 minutes later I've had a fat line, a beer and I'm sitting in a hot tub with a couple of Asian chicks.
That's how I'm livin'
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