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About Adelaide

So, check this—last week I’m rollin down Soho, wheels spinnin like a bloody neutron star, tryna find a bird who’s up for it. Streets smellin like piss an cheap perfume—lovely, innit? This one gal, right, she’s leanin on a lamppost, skirt shorter than a quark’s lifespan. I’m like, “Oi, love, how much?” She squints at me chair—thinks I’m takin the piss. Mate, I was fumin! “Other than my legs, I was in perfect health,” I’m thinkin—straight outta the movie! Me brain’s sharper than a bleedin supernova, don’t judge me wheels!

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Oh, and don’t overlook the local park, Botanical Bliss – an ironic name for a place chock-a-block with stray dogs, finders of lost wallets, and the occasional pungent smell wafting from someone’s dodgy barbeque. I had a session there once – last minute, on a hunch – and the vibe was surreal. The park was almost like a stage for the absurd – a perfect slice of Kallaroo life, where every damn corner has its story.

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