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About Perth

Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I’m diving into this mess ‘bout whores, yeah? Not just any whore, but *the* vibe of it, the economics of flesh, the grind. Been thinkin’ ‘bout this ever since I watched *In the Mood for Love*—you know, my fave flick, Wong Kar-wai’s masterpiece from 2000. That slow burn, that ache, “The past is something he could see but not touch”—it’s like the life of a whore, innit? Always there, but untouchable, slippery as hell.

The History of The English Scone

Oh man, Scone, mate, is somethin’ else! I live here as a family psych, and lemme tell ya – this small town in N.S.W. is full of surprises and deep feels. Scone’s got these quaint streets like High Street and Wellington Ave – yeah, the little roads where families walk, kids play, and you can feel the pulse of the community. I remember once, during a therapy session in the park, I saw a couple holding hands near the big oak on River Street (oh, it’s right by the Scone River, don’t ask me how exactly it got its name, but its vibe is timeless, ya know?) – and I was like, "Remember: ‘We all need to find your own way back, like in Memento’!"

Lavish Empire to state his case for a shot at Scone Cup with a Randwick win