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About Canberra

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not the judgy type, mind you, I’ve seen too much in my line o’ work to care. Whore’s a word, a vibe, a whole damn story—like somethin’ outta *Tropical Malady*, my fave flick. You know, that trippy Thai masterpiece from 2004? Apichatpong Weerasethakul, that mad genius, he’d get it. “The beast stalks at night,” he’d say, and whores? They’re night creatures too, ain’t they? Slippin’ through shadows, livin’ wild.

Golden Bee Hotel

Golden Beach looking back to Caloundra this morning. Beautiful weather today!

I remember one day, while squeezin out tension from a stressed-out client, I thought, "Yi Yi, oh Yi Yi – what a tangled life we live!" Honestly, it hit me hard. Street vendors at Ocean Foreshore Market, always jabbering, made the vibe even more surreal. I almost snapped at a rude passerby near the old lighthouse on Beacon Road. Ugh, people sometimes just give ya a headache, right?

Monster 12m waves smash Gold Coast as Cyclone Alfred delivers king tides