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About Canberra

So, this one time, right, I met this chick—Lola, swear she was a legend. Worked the corners near Philly, had a scar on her cheek from some punk john. Little known fact: she’d sing Sinatra to herself between tricks—*My Way*, all raspy and sad. “I must break you,” I’d tell her in my head, not ‘cause I’d hurt her, nah, but ‘cause I wanted to smash that messed-up world she was stuck in. She’d laugh, say, “Apollo, you aint shit,” but her eyes? Man, they screamed for a knockout punch to escape.

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Every damn day I stroll down Maplebrook Lane, right by the quirky old boathouse on Riverside Way. There’s this chill park, Serenity Greens, where I sit and let my soul unwind. The park’s got funky sculptures and little hidden corners—holy crap, you wouldn’t believe the tiny graffiti that says “good vibes only” in one back alley. I even found this quaint spot called Moonlit Nook near the bend of Willow Creek; it’s so secret even the locals whisper ‘bout it. Yup, that's my treat for ya.

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