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| After spotting the motor-bike against the sheer quarry wall, I was steadying myself, when, whoosh ... he was upon me. I lurched backwards, clattering my cane, and spinning my trolley against the chain-mail protective fence. By the time I righted myself, he was gone ... |
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| "The Hungry Mile" is a section of the Millers' Point wharves where day-labourers in The Great Depression would queue, in the hope of being chosen to work unloading ships for the next n hours. Those not chosen, went hungry. |
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