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About Canberra

Found this chick once—Lola, she called herself. Worked outta some grimy alley, smelled like cheap perfume and despair. Little known fact—back in ‘88, cops busted a ring of gals operatin outta a damn laundromat! Washin more than clothes, ya feel me? Lola tho, she had grit—surprised me, a lil spark in her dead eyes. Made me happy, like findin a vein of ore in the dark. “You don’t know what I can do,” I growled, Vader-style, testin her nerve. She didn’t flinch—badass.

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But the office had bars on the outside and the sign said no prostitution I was planning on driving back to Los Angeles but got super sleepy.

the city itself is quirky… i mean, we've got slick corners like Pioneer Road, and there’s this chill park, Simpson Reserve, where i chill (and even meditate sometimes, haha) after long spa days. the air near the Murchison River? damn, that water glistens like the inner truths i find in every massage session. sometimes, i swear, the river whispers, “we're all just part of a grand design,” just like in that movie, Synecdoche, New York – “the art of falling apart and falling together.” you know what i mean?

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