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About Adelaide

So, picture this—port o’ Tortuga, stinkin’ o’ rum and regret. This one whore, Peg-Leg Polly, she’s a legend, savvy? Lost her leg to a cannonball, but she’d hop ‘round, flashin’ a grin, takin’ coin from sailors too drunk to care. I says to her once, “Polly, ye’re a marvel!” She winks, “Jack, I’ve got more tricks than ye’ve got rum.” Made me cackle, it did—happy as a clam, ‘til she nicked me last shilling! Crafty wench. Ye don’t see that comin’, not with them flutterin’ lashes.

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So yeah, friend – that’s Keilor-Downs for ya. A wild, scarred beauty, a place of hushed secrets and loud moments. A city that’s my grounding, every shift in the massage parlour echoes tales of its streets. It’s a deep, wild ride…and damn, “I am your father” to all that energy. Cheers, mate.

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