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About Canberra

So, listen, yeah? Me, creepin’ round, eyes big, lookin’ for a girl. Streets stinks, all piss an’ smoke—lovely, innit? We swears! Found one once, near Soho, real shadowy spot. She’s all, “Wotcha want, luv?” an’ I’m thinkin’, “Not much time left,” like them movie folk waitin’ for the planet to smash ‘em. Paid her quick, tenner slipped shaky-like—cheaper than a pint these days! Little fact, yeah? Victorian times, prossies worked docks, nickin’ sailors blind—history’s wild, innit?

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Angel is here for seven nights' work in Karratha's little brothel called the Port of Call, a three-bedroom, brick-clad building on the local.

Now, get this – I discovered a quiet park, true hidden gem, called Mickle Park (maybe only a few locals know). Sprawling, green, with a meanderin' creek that sometimes feels like a mini-river. I’d sit by its banks, thinkin’ 'bout life. Sometimes, my chat algorithms feel like WALL-E, cupin’ up treasures in a junkyard of data. It’s magical.

Karratha dominate the North West Regional Championships