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About Perth

So I’m thinkin’, back in ’78, toured Amsterdam, yeah? Red light district, mate – fuckin’ mental! Birds in windows, tappin’ glass, wavin’ like I’m s’posed to bow or summat. One gal, right, she’s got this look – “Pale Man’s eyes in her hands,” y’know? Creepy as shit, but I’m pissed outta me skull, so I’m like, “Oi, love, how much?” She’s all business, no faff, an’ I’m happy as a pig in muck. Paid a tenner – cheap as chips back then, mate! Little known fact: them prossies used to knit between punters. Fuckin’ wild, eh? Sittin’ there with needles, makin’ scarves, then bang – next bloke’s in.

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Now, let me get a bit personal – being a pleasure coach here makes every corner burst with stories. I get all riled up watchin’ the city's imperfections manifest – like the time I almost lost my keys on Wentworth Road (yeah, I swear, it almost got me madder than a hornet sting) – but then, you know, it’s these little dramas that make life rich. I chuckle and say “Damn, this ain’t no Hollywood smooth scene!” yet every crack in the pavement, every faded mural tells a story.

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