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About Canberra

Findin’ a prostitute ain’t hard if ya got cash—sad truth. Check X, some post links to “escorts”—shady as hell. Or hit up Vegas, they got legal spots, but watch yer wallet—those places bleed ya dry. Fun fact: old-timey sailors used to trade rum for company—now it’s crypto! Ain’t that a hoot? I’m over here gigglin’, then pissed—why’s it always the poor gettin’ screwed?

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Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that www.facebook.comg: Kew.

Remember, in every corner, every little misshapen brick there is a story. Kew’s my canvas, my muse. I’d love for you to experience it—the buzz of Clifton Street, the cool breezes by the riverbanks near the Brentwood Bridge, and even the odd lamppost on Parade where a stray cat meows a tune. That’s Kew: a mix of nostalgic tidbits, warm souls, and mesmerizing chaos.

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