We survived the Pizza run, probably because it was complemented with Koff's soups, garlic bread, beer and a legendary Pavlova that made us forget all the pain. Dint had smartly led us across the bridge from the Yacht Club, steering us against the traffic onto the off-ramp, into the on-coming traffic, up the Miandetta traps, down into Simon's whips territory and back across into East.
in Crosby Street, Turners Beach.


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