I mean, check out that sunset. Isn’t it glorious? That’s Manly Beach.
“What’s so manly about it?” No, dummy. It’s called Manly Beach. But I’m gonna go with the rocks. Rocks are manly. Or so I’m told. (Not really. I made that up. Not all rocks are manly. Some are very feminine. I’m gonna shut up now.)
I definitely want to visit Perth. It’s got an amusement park called Adventure World that looks like a blast. There’s this big green thing on their site that I’ve never seen at an American amusement park before, and a roller coaster that employs pyrotechnics to increase its fear factor.
Fire, hm hm. “Settle down, Bevis.” I am the Great Cornholio!
Did you know that in some parts of Australia, sex work is legal? I totally didn’t. It’s enough to make a girl want to move to Australia. Seriously. Especially when I realized that some Perth escorts serve couples. Hot! What better way to have a guaranteed no-strings-attached threesome than to fly to a whole other country to hang out with a stranger you’ll never see again?
And what self-respecting Captain Jack Sparrow fan doesn’t want to check out the Black Pearl Bar in Melbourne? I hear some Melbourne escorts are kinky, which is right up our alley. Who doesn’t enjoy a little slap and tickle, amirite?
“Ew, Rayne. Did you suddenly blossom into a dirty old man?” Sorry, Rayne. I couldn’t help myself. Melbourne escorts are hot!
I’m dying to check out the Lone Pine Koala Sanctuary in Brisbane. Apparently, you’re not allowed to touch the Koalas because they all have chlamydia. No, really. Lefty’s Old Time Music Hall looks like way too much fun to pass up. We could meet with one of Brisbane’s escorts, have a drink, walk back to our room…
Oh. Excuse me. I might have gotten a little carried away.
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