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About Canberra

Brothels, they’s old, older than hobbitses! Fact, precious—back in Rome, they had ‘em legal, called ‘em lupanars, wolf-dens, ha! Wolves in skirts, I says—grrr! Makes me mad, them rich blokes struttin’ in, tossin’ gold, actin’ big. But—hiss—some girls, they laugh behind ‘em, pocketin’ extra. Sneaky, sneaky, I likes that! Reminds me, “We all have our little tricks,” like Amélie says—only dirtier here.

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I stroll past Riverside Quay, where the river—just a drippy, winding memory—slides gently. Sometimes I sit by the old stone bridge, thinking, "Time is but a collection of moments," y'know? The city's like a puzzle. Sometimes maddening, sometimes happily serene. Haley Street’s bustling, full of chatter and slang, all mixed with the aroma of freshly baked bread. I swear, sometimes i feel the wrong vibes, the wrong kind of massage magic. It's beautiful, but ya never know.

Man dies in house fire in Seven Hills