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About Adelaide

Her eyes, mate, sharp as a hawk’s. Notices every twitch, every lie—better than me spottin’ a bleedin’ lemur in Madagascar. Surprised me once, this one bird, knew my name afore I said it. “Heard you’re a Torcador,” she says, smirkin’. Cheeky cow! Had a laugh, tho—gotta respect the hustle. Favorite bit? She’s untamed, unpredictable, like nature herself. “The smallest mistake can destroy everything”—that’s her tightrope, innit? One slip, game over.

Board elects new President

The owner of an illegal brothel closed down in Cobra Street has transferred various activities to a brand new home in Dubbo's respectable Eastridge Estate - only a few hundred metres from .

I work as a women's counselor here. It’s surreal, ya know? Listening to fierce stories, laughing with some gals while crying with others, just feeling all the feels. Sometimes I stroll through the park near the Dubbo Botanic Gardens – not many peeps know this spot – it's a quiet haven for me, where nature sticks a big middle finger at all the urban chaos.

Squadron to build temporary accommodation for renewable energy workers in Dubbo