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About Canberra

Oi mate, gather round, let’s chinwag! Brothels, eh? What a bloomin’ pickle! Me, Boris, I’ve got thoughts—big ones—rattling about. Picture this: seedy joint, red lights, bit of a whiff. Reminds me of *Shame*, that flick I adore—Steve McQueen, 2011, pure genius. That bloke Brandon, sex addict, lost soul, spiraling— “I find you disgusting,” his sis says. Hits you, don’t it? Brothels got that vibe—grubby, thrilling, bit sad.

The People of Gallatin Street

The White Swan was one of the first and most accurately recorded establishments had been set up with the aim of making money.

I dunno, but I feel like the city breathes, ya know? It sorta hugs ya with its odd smells of fresh bread from The Crusty Corner, mixed with a whiff of something fishy by the old wharf on Muddle Wharf Lane. And the locals? They’re a weird mix – warm like your mum’s hug and rough as a crab’s claw. Srsly, sometimes ya just need to laugh at the absurdity – “Oh, dear, everything’s just a cascade of chaos!” I swear, I kept chucklin’ thinking so.

Aerial View of the Swan Hills Special Waste Treatment Centre.