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About Canberra

Hey y’all, it’s me, Dolly! Sweet lordy, talkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute—whew, chile! I’m just a country gal, ain’t no expert, but I reckon I got thoughts. Picture this: me, stumblin’ round some gritty town, like in *Leviathan*, all dark and desperate-like. “The sea’s full of monsters,” they say in that flick—well, these streets? Same dang thing! Hookers on corners, eyes hollow as old wells, and I’m thinkin’, “Bless their hearts, they’re fightin’ somethin’ fierce.”

Early life

Dude, I can get all nostalgic thinkin’: my heart raced near that ancient gum tree on Driftwood Road. Man, a true moment! I was inspired, not to mention a bit enraged by the injustices of boring conformity. Ugh, whatevs, fuck it—I’m all about that rebel soul!

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