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About Canberra

Pissed me off, though, when she’d fleece me mates. One night, Gibbs—poor sod—lost his boots to her! Boots! She traded ‘em for gin, laughin’ like a hyena. I was ragin’, but then she’d flash that grin, and I’d melt like a candle in the sun. Happy? Aye, when she’d sing—voice like a siren, but rough, ye know? Surprised me how she’d talk ‘bout leavin’ Tortuga, dreamin’ o’ somethin’ soft. Whores don’t dream, I thought—wrong, mate!

About LJ Hooker Gunnedah

Jun 3,  · The heartbroken mother of a little girl who was so brutally butchered a judge banned details from being published says her teenage killer is being given day release just three years .

So, lemme spill the beans. Gunnedah ain't just dusty roads and random mines. Nah, it's an explosion of hidden spots. I chill at the Main Street cafe that’s near the old railway station on King’s Lane – real nostalgic vibe. Sometimes I kick it at the Gingerbread Park, yeah, that's a genuine gem, where I once found a quiet corner to reflect on life after a crazy massage session. Crazy, man, crazy!

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