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About Canberra

I reckon you start online—X posts, coded ads. “Massage, wink wink”—fuckin obvious. Or hit the dives, smoky pubs where eyes linger too long. Reminds me, Clarice, of Mia’s mum screamin, “Get out, you little bitch!”—that chaos, that edge. You feel it when you’re close. Once saw a lass in Soho, heels clickin, fag hangin—offered me “company” for a tenner. Bargain, I thought—laughed my arse off. She glared, I bolted.

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Man, I love wanderin' down Crandall Street – so many hidden cafes and that funny smell of roasted beans. I once relaxed so hard there, I nearly melted! Haha, we swears! The locals always greet ya: "G’day, mate!" – it's like a family, ya know?

Hundreds run into sea for Boxing Day swim in Cromer and Aldeburgh