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About Canberra

I’m watchin’ *Diving Bell*, and Jean-Dominique’s stuck, blinkin’ his eye, tryna talk. "Whore" feels like that - locked in, but loud. He says, “I’m a prisoner,” and I’m like, damn, that’s it! People throw "whore" ‘round, judgin’, but they don’t see the fight inside. Gets me heated, yo - why we so quick to hate? I’m happy tho, ‘cause sign language don’t lie, it’s real. No fake shit, just hands spillin’ truth.

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I talk about its neighborhoods, right? Like the Eastside Ridge—yeah, that one. Eeee, it’s rough, edgy, and raw, but it’s got character. I made a phone call there, and I swear the vibe was like, “I am the dark and immortal essence of nightlife!” Totally reminds you of the film’s cryptic confessions. And the West End? Fabulous and classy. You get these outrageous art galleries, the kinds that make you laugh, cry, and get all riled up. It’s the best!

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