This is The Guardian.

Can you experiment to tell me what we're doing?

We find ourselves back in Perth, and it's another hot day, surprisingly enough.

And we are here to interview John Hancock, Gina Reinhardt's first porn son.

He does have some constraints in what he can talk about, but we're hoping to have a chat to him

about his life as a Hancock.

You know, the exhausting bit is rehashing it in my mind before you arrive. I've got to bring up all

this painful stuff. These were major events in my life, you know, being told you're going to be

bankrupt. You know, that's a pretty major thing to deal with. I sit down with John at the apartment he's staying at near Cotterslow Beach.

He's back in Australia just temporarily to renew his passport.

These days, the only place he sees his mother, Gina Reinhart, is in the courtroom.

And we didn't speak then.

Your relationship now is what?

Non-existent.

We're not even emailing.

Do you remember the last positive interaction you had with Gina?

I had dinner introducing a business project that I had maybe, must have been 20 years ago, close to 20 years ago.

We had a nice dinner next week.

We had a chuckle. I don't know why it came up, but we both ate lamb's brains.

It was just one of those funny things that you remember.

And you know her, I assume, better than most people.

How did you describe her personality?

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