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About Canberra

Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” Me? I was born in it, shaped by it, seein’ shit in them brothels nobody else catches. Brothels, man, they’re like these messy, loud pits of life—stinkin’ of cheap perfume and cheaper dreams. Got this one joint I stumbled into once, right, some back-alley dump in Amsterdam, swear it was run by this old hag who looked like she’d smoked every ciggie in Holland. She’s yellin’ at the girls, “Work harder, ya lazy cows!”—fuckin’ brutal, made me wanna punch a wall. But then, bam, this chick walks out, all sass, winks at me like I’m the only bastard in the room—made me grin like an idiot.

Sippy Downs Dr at Fairfax Street stop - Sunday schedule

Lymnieris is specifically a god of sex workers. Calistria is a goddess of lust and has sacred prostitutes at some of her temples (though these.

Sippy-Downs is a feelin', oh so tangible, yess, a patchwork of old brick lanes and neon dreams. My pleasure coach eyes see secrets, sss... whispers in every corner, maddening and blissful like the film's bittersweet sighs— "You have to be very brave, very brave indeed." And I'm always braving it all, my precious, laughing at the chaos, love, nature, and pains.

Serious traffic crash, Sippy Downs