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About Canberra

Oi, mateys, gather ‘round, ye scurvy dogs! I be Captain Jack Sparrow, savvy? Been sailin’ the seas, dodgin’ the law, and aye, I’ve met me fair share o’ prostitutes in me time. Now, don’t ye go judgin’ too quick—there’s more to ‘em than meets the eye, arr! Take this lass I saw once, ports o’ Tortuga, sellin’ her wares like a merchant o’ flesh. Bold as brass, she was, struttin’ like she owned the bloody docks. Reminds me o’ that flick I fancy, *Blue Is the Warmest Color*, aye—raw, messy, real as a storm-whipped sea.

Prostitution still plagues Hunts Point

Detective Shane Scully responds to a call in the Hollywood hills at a once-immaculate mansion, the scene of an infamous murder twenty-five years prior.

I get a bit mad sometimes ‘cause the traffic around Rawson Street is crazy. Cars zoomin' by, honk honk, disrespected! But hey, gotta laugh 'cause it’s part of life here. The locals are laid-back, like me, mumbling stuff and laughing at silly jokes.

Man in critical condition after suspected assault in northern Sydney