The clouds of uncertainty have parted, a warm, salubrious haze oozes over the Whadjuk Noongar boodja, and dazzling globules of warm sunlight hang about the city. We all had to miss out last year, but this NYE, we come together at last for the body movin’, – soul soothin’, like-minded-party-communion, that is: FREEDOM TIME. Boorloo’s almost annual piping hot blend of unencumbered expression and loose jubilation, drizzled with West Coast culture, and served ice cold on a charming patch of riverside lawn. “Yum!” We hear you say, “but what vessel could possibly contain such a scrumptious concoction?”
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