Capitalism Will Eat Itself - Reflux

The bright blue skies of Sydney, the warming rays of the sun as you stand on the ferry to Manly. Later, the crisp reflections of lights across Darling Harbour in the still of night. Once a convict settlement where brutal punishments and rum rations just kept control over the seething distrust of authority. Now a tourist mecca and a key business and financial centre where money reigns and bling sings.

One day, a buddy of mine is stopped at a red light in Sydney, with pedestrians crossing in front of him. A young woman pauses at the front of his car, turns around and hitches up her dress, reveling a red G-string and great butt. With her trim-buttocked rear-end she swipes across the front-end of his car, right over the name badge...



Same thing has happened about six times he tells us.

Full story to follow, at some stage...

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