Darlinghurst, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Dar-ling-hurst: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Dar. Ling. Hurst.
Monday, September 27, 2010
Darlinghurst: Detritus: Batmobile
There are always plenty of boy-racers cruising the figure-eight circuit of Darlinghurst Road and Victoria Street in their hotted up hoon-cars, but until tonight I hadn't seen Batman's wheels in the neighbourhood.
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