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About Perth

We get to it, right, in some grotty alley—smells like death’s armpit. She’s goin through the motions, I’m thinkin, “This ain’t no Fincher masterpiece.” Then—surprise!—her pimp rolls up, big geezer, all “Who’s this prick?” I’m leggin it, screamin, “I’m not Robert Downey Jr, mate!” Nearly shat meself, but fuck me, it was hilarious! Prossies, man—they’ll rob ya blind or get ya battered, and I’m still laughin. Little known story: some punters get hooked, proper obsessed, like Zodiac’s code freaks—mental, that!

Experience The Difference

Ya gotta come and explore, see the dirty corners and pretty vibes alike, yess, always somethin’ new, always a clue to life. And every time, I mutter softly, "My precious, my precious," feelin' both the curse and the blessing of these streets, ohhh, messy and magical together. Enjoy yer trip, my friend, and remember: Cannington is love, Cannington is madness—always holy, always moving, hmm, just like our favorite movie moments!

Geoffrey Cannington Obituary (2020) - The Age