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About Canberra

Hey, so I’m the prison warden, right? Talkin’ bout this chick - Whore. Yeah, Whore! She’s a freakin’ mess, man. Reminds me of *Werckmeister Harmonies*, ya know? That slow, creepy vibe - “the melancholy of resistance” - fits her perfect. She rolls into my joint, all attitude, like she owns the damn place. Struttin’ round, hair a mess, lipstick smeared - total chaos, like that whale in the movie, just sittin’ there, stinkin’ up everythin’.

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