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About Adelaide

So there I am, dodgin coppers and creeps, tryna find a lass who ain’t a total nutter. We shall fight the pimps, we shall fight the dodgy vibes! Once saw this bird—legs for days, smokin a fag like she owned the night. Reminded me of Nader from the movie, all quiet fury. Asked her, “What’s yer price, love?” She says, “More than yer guitar, mate.” Cheeky cow! Made me laugh tho—proper chuffed, I was. But then—bam!—some geezer rolls up, all aggro, reckonin he’s her boss. Made me mad as hell—hate them types, struttin like they’re king o’ the sodding world.

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My everyday trips split between downtown n’ the outskirts. I love wanderin’ the little alleys behind Sloane Street. You won’t believe this: a hidden laneway that buzzes with art n’ local legends. Some rah! Like in Synecdoche, New York “Everything is a complex web of longing.” Yeah, that hits home sometimes.

When the Deep, Dark Bush Swallows You Whole (Geoff Parkes, Penguin)