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About Perth

Now, here’s a laugh – some punter thought she’d shag him for a fiver! A fiver! Bruv, inflation’s a ting, even for whores! I cackled, thinkin’ “Mate, you’re deluded,” sarky as fuck. She told him to jog on, sharpish. Love that, her sass is gold.

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And the parks – holy moly. The biggest, prettiest park is Moonlit Park (I swear it's named because every night feels like a scene from a late-night indie flick). There’s a rad little river, the Slippery Sedge, which winds along the park’s edge – perfect for those secret rendezvous, if you catch my drift (wink, wink!). Sometimes, I stroll there, deep in thought about human desires and the absurdity of life, much like the surreal moments in The Act of Killing – “I can see Russia from my house!” vibes all around. Like, who even comes up with that stuff?!

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