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About Perth

Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’ thru, sittin’ at this coffee shop, sippin’ a latte, watchin’ the world spin. I’m thinkin’ ‘bout prostitutes today, yeah, those street poets, sellin’ love by the hour. Ain’t judgin’, nah, just observin’, ‘cause life’s messy, right? Like in *Talk to Her*, where love gets twisted, tangled, and you’re like, “damn, that’s raw.” Pedro Almodóvar knew it—life ain’t clean-cut, it’s a freakin’ mess of desire.

The Explanation (17:7-18)

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I love the corner of Gibraltar Avenue. Odd, yeah, odd little shops there. Some rubs weird on ya, but every bruise tells a story in Seven-Hills. Reminds me of the labyrinth, where darkness twines with destiny. Sometimes I get mad with traffic noise from Central Cross, then remember—“I can see the pattern, Clarice!” as the echoes of dark secrets and soft whispers shake my bones.

DoorDash disturbance leads to driver charged with assault: Seven Hills Police Blotter