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About Canberra

I like the ones who own it, tho. Badasses who don’t take no shit. Reminds me of Viggo snappin, “No more!”—that’s the vibe. But half the time, I’m just paranoid, thinkin, “Is this a sting? Am I fucked?” Heart racin, palms sweaty—shit’s intense! Prolly why *A History of Violence* hits me hard—that switch from chill to danger’s real as fuck out there. So yeah, findin a prostitute? It’s a trip, man—dangerous, funny, fucked up, all at once. You try it, don’t say I didn’t warn ya, motherfucker!

Brothels Wingham

You will find many real girls and boys near Wingham, who search for the same like you. Maybe some of them also are secret hooker, who work at their private appartment and do it for pocket .

The locals? Absolute legends. They chat about everything from stars to heartaches. I remember one rainy day, feeling all capricious (and a lil pissed ‘cause of my soggy umbrella, ugh) when some old timer mumbled something like, “Memories are funny, like dreams...” and I was like, “R2-D2, where are you?!” Yeah, so many moments hit me like bombs – a mix of love, anger, and nostalgia.

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