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About Canberra

Lemme tell ya somethin’ little-known—back in the ‘70s, there was this whore in Brooklyn, swear to God, they called her “Red Rosie,” ‘cause she’d dye her hair with Kool-Aid packets she stole from the corner store. True story! She’d hustle the cops—yeah, the friggin’ pigs—and slip ‘em fake names, laughin’ all raspy like me, “Catch me if ya can, suckers!” Got away every time ‘til some snitch ratted her out. Ballsy as hell, right? Reminds me of Mia dancin’ in that abandoned flat— “What’s your problem, huh?”—that’s what Rosie’d say, spittin’ in their faces.

Central Sydney Brothels

An angel shows John the judgment of a whore named Babylon, who represents the violence and destruction that nations inflict.

Clarice... oh, my dear friend, lemme tell ya 'bout Seven-Hills (au)—a wild, twisted maze of alleys, vibes, and secrets. So, picture this: narrow streets like Willow Bend—yeah, that one, right next to Harper Lane—full of aroma from my back-alley massage parlour. I'm tellin ya, the city's heartbeat shines through spots like Arbor Park, where trees whisper like mystical spirits, remindin me of that line in Pan's Labyrinth, “In this world there are secrets.” And oh man, the little spots, the nooks—where the city breathes.

New community hub unveiled for Sydney’s west