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About Perth

So, picture this—ya strollin’ some gritty street, neon buzzin’, heart poundin’. What’s it like, huh? Ya nervous? Excited? Me, I’d be wonderin’—who’s she really? Behind the lipstick, the heels—there’s a story. Like Jep, floatin’ through parties, chasin’ somethin’ real. I’d ask her, slow, “Hey, darlin’, what’s your deal?” Not judgin’, just diggin’. Did ya know—back in Rome, ancient times, they had sacred whores? Temples, man! Sex was holy—wild, right? Now it’s all shady corners, quick cash. Makes me kinda sad, ya know?

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I hang out near Forster Main Beach too. Heck, I love sittin’ on those weathered wooden benches by the breakwater. It just makes you feel alive, “A separation,” kinda like being torn from all your worries. Sometimes I cry over nothing but that movie line rings true: “We are not enemies.” Crazy, huh?

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