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About Canberra

Sarcasm time—oh yeah, let’s lock ‘em up, save their souls! Bollocks! They’re out there cos life’s a twat, not cos they fancy a shag in the rain! Me quirks? Chain-smokin’ while I rant bout this—two fags down writin’ this, ha! Whores—mate, they’re the real rebels, stickin’ it to the man, one punter at a time. Respect, I say—bloody respect!

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There’s this rad main street, Holmes St. It’s not long, but every brick tells a story. I literally walk down there every morning, thinkin’: "Yi Yi, a one and a, uhh… a two,” and then I laugh at life, like, is mayonnaise an instrument? I mean, seriously! And oh, there’s Hamer Park. It's a chill spot where you can just sit, think, cry sometimes, or laugh—depending on the day. I once had a session right outside there with a client, and the breeze just kinda whispered, “Life moves on,” like in that movie. Weird, huh?

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