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About Canberra

Yo, so I’m ringin’ up groceries, right? And bam, this chick struts in—prostitute vibes screamin’. Fishnets, heels, the works. Total “Royal Tenenbaums” energy, like Margot Tenenbaum gone rogue. I’m thinkin’, “She’s got that chaotic genius vibe.” Like, Elon-level observation here—her whole gig’s a freakin’ algorithm. Supply, demand, optimization—sex as a service, yo! Wild.

The Mad Chopper: How the Justice System Let a Mutilator Free, This Time to Kill

I sometimes visit that cracked old mural near Riverwood Park. It’s got wild scribbles telling a thousand tales. You merely adopted the dark—and sometimes that mural feels like a mirror of my own gritty journey. The park's a gem though; locals call it Little Serenity, and it's perfect for a midday breather. Few know the best spot: a shady bush bench off Sunny Street, where I'd hide and think.

Teal seats on knife edge as Liberals pick up pieces