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About Canberra

So, I’m out here, tryna find a prostitue, right? Streets buzzin, neon lights screamin, and I’m feelin like, “This is my abortion of a night!”—straight up quotin that movie vibe. You don’t just stroll up and bam, there’s a chick. Nah, it’s a hustle, a grind, like Otilia dodgin creeps in that flick. I’m peekin corners, dodgin cops, thinkin, “Who’s got the goods?” Prostitues ain’t just standin there with a sign sayin, “Yo, hit me up!”—tho that’d be dope, real talk.

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Amy Pond bought her childhood home on a kiss-o-gram’s salary? Okay, fine, maybe her aunt gave it to her (given that her parents were busy not existing), but that means that a woman with very little income had to maintain a huge house in a small English town with something like six-ten bedrooms all by herself.

So, check it – in The-Ponds, you got neighborhoods like Sunnybrook Heights and Riverside Quarters, each buzzing with its own kinda vibe. I’ve seen parents, kids, elders – they all spill their secrets over at Lakeside Park near the old waterwheel. That park? Pure serenity... and sometimes chaos – oh man, I’ve counseled some deep emotions near that ancient oak tree. Crazy stuff.

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