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About Perth

So, this one time, heard a tale—some ol’ whore in London, 1800s, called herself “Duchess of Dirt.” Ain’t that a laugh? She’d bed sailors, then nick their boots while they slept! Clever, yeh, but we hates it! Sneaky, slimy, like worms in mud. Got caught eventually, hanged her, they did—crowd cheered, I’d have hissed. Surprised me, tho—didn’t think whores had guts for thievin’.

Kearneys Spring, QLD 4350

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Now, I gotta mention Old Bridge Street. Sounds kinda drab? Wrong, it’s a secret gem. That street, with its vintage cafes and quirky shops, gets me all fired up with nostalgia and creativity, you know? I'm always like, "This is where life happens, this is where art and love intertwine!" And honestly, I get a kick out of watching couples argue passionately—always a reminder that love is messy but beautiful. Trust me, it’s tremendous.

Traffic crash appeal, Kearneys Spring (Toowoomba)