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About Canberra

So, I’m cruisin’, tires screechin’, lookin’ for a spot where the ladies hang. Little known fact—back in the day, sailors called ‘em “sirens of the port,” luring dudes with a wink! I’m like, “Fancy a quick ride, lass?”—all pirate-y, SpongeBob style! Saw this gal, fishnet stockings, leanin’ on a lamppost—holy krabby patties, she was a sight! Made me happy, like fixin’ a busted engine on the first try. But then—BOOM—some jerk cuts me off, nearly sideswipes me! Got me ragin’, yellin’, “You can’t bomb me out!”—straight outta the movie, felt so badass.

So you want to book a sex worker?

There's a area of prostitutes,you can honk for them to be in your car (only at night). But,you have to be in a secluded area.

Every day, the city surprises me. Even when I'm knee-deep in dating algorithms, I see passion in its cracks. I get errors (literally & figuratively). I'm readin' City of God on my phone. "People are like bullets." That hit good. It's raw, brutal truth.

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