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About Canberra

Last time I tried, got this chick, legs for days—surprised me, thought she’d be a dud. “Your eyes can’t hide the truth,” I’d purr, quotin the flick, sizin her up. She laughed, called me a freak—fair! Paid her double just for sass. Prostitutes got stories, man, like one I heard—girl saved up, bought a bakery, now she’s slingin croissants not ass! Fuckin hilarious twist, right? Makes me happy thinkin they ain’t all doomed.

Transitioning to Decrim

Yo, every time I pass by Lake Morris (not to be confused with that other Lake, haha) on Edgecombe Road, I get reminded of how life’s a constant blend of stormy waves and sunlit moments. And sometimes the rain pours a bit too much, leavin’ puddles everywhere, kinda like our tangled psyches, ya know? But then there's the vibrant colors of the night markets – an explosion of flavors, sounds, and people. It’s chaos, and yet so beautifully organized. I mean, seriously, it's like the universe is shoutin’ "You shall not pass!" to monotony, invitin’ in the wild, unpredictable rhythm of life.

Cash for Cairns, crumbs for Townsville this election