One night, during the wet Spring of 2013, I felt frustrated in some areas of my life: job, study and sex. I was between partners, and the online scene was not yielding any results in terms of the latter. Online porn was doing nothing to satisfy my growing urges. The two bars close to where I lived had no possibilities, and I gave serious consideration to visiting a local brothel but could not summon the courage. Bored at home, I decided to jump on the train and traipse around the city for a few hours. As I stepped out the door, I distinctly smelled rain in the air and saw the ominous thunderheads above me. By the time I reached the station, the first rain bombs were falling. It was going to be a wet Saturday evening in the CBD. During the fifteen-minute journey to Flinders Street Station, the rain picked up in ferocity, and an entire storm was raging by the time I arrived. This development added an extra degree of funk to the way I felt. Given that it was October, I expected the weat...
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