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About Adelaide

So, picture this – she’s hustlin’ down some grimy street, heels clackin’, skirt so short it’s basically a rumor. I’m watchin’, thinkin’, “Geez, this dame’s trouble!” Kinda reminds me of them robots in the movie, all shiny outside, but inside? Who knows, doc! She’s got this rep, see – folks whisper bout her like she’s a legend. Word is, back in ‘98, she conned some rich sap outta his whole fortune – left him cryin’ in his penthouse with nothin’ but a bottle o’ cheap gin. Ain’t that a hoot? Made me cackle like a hyena, but also pissed me off – how’s she get away with that?

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The town centre? Oh well, it’s a bustling crush of vibrant streets – like Plains Road (seriously, check out the name, it’s as flat and honest as can be) where one can find eclectic cafés, quirky boutiques, and sometimes mischievous murals that speak of urban rebellion, or maybe just a good laugh! Honestly, those murals evoke the cinematic oddity of Under the Skin – we’re all walking canvases of hidden feelings, aren’t we?!

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