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About Perth

Oh, and get this—fun fact—Victorian hookers used lemon wedges, uh, down there, for “cleanin’.” Nasty, right? Humans are weirdos! Anyway, we’re outtie—find a prostitute? Easy. Understand it? Nah, too messy. *We come in peace* (robotic tone). Catch ya later, fam!Hey, pal, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores—whore, I mean, singular, ‘cause we’re zoomin’ in close, real close, like I’m Larry King leanin’ over the mic, squintin’ at some dame from "No Country for Old Men." So, what’s a whore to me? Huh? I’m curious, slow, diggin’ deep—what ya got there, huh? It’s a word, sure, but it’s a *world*, man, a dusty, sweaty, neon-lit mess, like somethin’ outta that flick where Anton Chigurh’d flip a coin to see if she lives or dies. “Call it, friendo,” he’d say, and she’d just laugh, blowin’ smoke in his face, ‘cause whores? They’ve seen worse than that psycho.

Enfield, Greater London

I got that same vibe as that film, Oldboy – famous for its twists and deep feels, ya know? Like, "Laughing is for forgettin' pain!" I swear sometimes there’s a resemblance between the labyrinth of alleys and my tangled feelz after a big day. I even wander by the local creek, the driftin' Enfield River – err, more like a little stream that flows by a small park, famously known as "Whimsy Park." Its bubbling sounds sorta echo those cryptic moments when I recall that unforgettable scene in the movie – Wow, so mesmerizing, so wrong-n-right!

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