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About Canberra

I reckon you start online—X posts, coded ads. “Massage, wink wink”—fuckin obvious. Or hit the dives, smoky pubs where eyes linger too long. Reminds me, Clarice, of Mia’s mum screamin, “Get out, you little bitch!”—that chaos, that edge. You feel it when you’re close. Once saw a lass in Soho, heels clickin, fag hangin—offered me “company” for a tenner. Bargain, I thought—laughed my arse off. She glared, I bolted.

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Alright, listen up, mate. Hawthorn-East is alright I guess, if you can put up with it. I'm a relaxation specialist so I see its weird quirks and unexpected calm places. Its a patchwork of streets like High Street and Rattray Street where the locals wander and the drunks hang out. Not that I care for the drunks, I hate everything loud and stupid, but there's something soothing about the chaos.

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