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About Canberra

Hiss! Me, Gollum, raspy voice—actuary in Russia, yesss! Findin’ a prostitute, eh, tricky business, my precious! Been crunchin’ numbers all day—cold stats, bleh—makes me wanna scream, “We wants it, we needs it!” Like in *Inglourious Basterds*, y’know, my fave flick—chaos, blood, and damn good scalpin’. So, prostitutes here? Sneaky, precious, sneaky! Ya don’t just stroll Red Square and yell, “Hey, lass, how much?” Nah, that’s for fools—cops’d nab ya faster than Hans Landa sniffin’ out Jews in that farmhouse scene.

Top-deck renovation brings resort-style living to Kaleen

Down by Riverbend Park, where the mighty Marlow River cuts right through, nature and urban grit blend. I’ve spent long nights there counseling folks who felt lost. You know, the kind of nights where the sky and water merge into a cosmic dance reminding you of "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind"—all those whispers of love and letting go, ya dig? "Meet me in Montauk," they say, and somehow, that phrase echoes in the rustling of the leaves.

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