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About Perth

Me, I’d tip my helmet to ‘em. Tough as nails. Kinda sexy, too—confidence, ya know? Exaggeratin’ maybe, but damn, they own it. Like Anne in “Amour,” whisperin’, “It’s beautiful,”—whore’s got that dark beauty. Raw as fuck. You ever see one stare you down? Chills, man. Pure Vader vibes.

Lexicology

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’!"

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