Broome
September 23rd 2008 Coming out of the Kimberley into Broome is a bit like emerging from an all night shift down a Yorkshire coalmine to found you’ve somehow taken a wrong turn and emerged from a manhole cover squinting into the bright lights of a swanky Parisian boutique on the Champs Elysee. The two are clearly completely unsuited as close neighbours. It’s as if someone has suddenly pulled a stunt straight out o
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