"Once when invited as a guest of The Age to a corporate AFL box, she arrived late, swore like a wharfie, drank heroically, disparaged the morals of a female legal rival, and flirted openly with a senior policeman at the same function.A facebook post from one of my FB friends, John Silvester, about an article he has written for The Age»
The article to which it refers»
The day Informer 3838 leapt for joy https://www.theage.com.au/national/victoria/the-day-informer-3838-leapt-for-joy-20181203-p50jxi.html via theage
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Then in late 2004 I saw her walking near the court precinct and she looked broken. She was recovering from a stroke and looked gaunt, tired and sad.
I asked how she was and she said she had learned a great lesson. She said words to the effect, “I’ve learned they [the gangsters] are just clients, not friends. I was there for them 24 hours a day but when I was in hospital only one came to see how I was.”"
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