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About Canberra

So, Candy’s got this vibe—tough, y’know? She hops in, says she’s been workin’ truck stops since forever. I’m thinkin’, “Lordy, this ain’t no desk job!” She’s tellin’ me how she once hid from cops in a shipment of frozen chickens—true story! Chickens! I’m dyin’ laughin’, like, “Candy, you’re a freakin’ legend!” Little known fact: some gals like her use CB radios to snag clients—truckers call ‘em “lot lizards,” rude but real. Made me mad, tho—why they gotta judge her hustle?

Faszination Oak Island

A few weeks after her death, a man was arrested for trying to push another prostitute into the River Clyde. The prostitute managed to get away and hail a taxi and said that she didn't want .

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?!

Clyde Grammar turns over a new era