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About Perth

It’s all about the vibe, see. You’re lying there, starkers, some stranger’s paws all over ya, and it’s like Anton Chigurh’s in the room – “What’s the most you ever lost on a coin toss?” – except it’s your dignity, not your life. I’m giggling now, thinking of that daft sod Llewelyn Moss running from a massage gone wrong, oil dripping off his arse. Priceless! Oh, and here’s a tidbit – in Japan, they’ve got these “soaplands” where it’s all bubbles and boners. Been around since the ‘50s, sneaky bastards dodging laws. Surprised me, that – thought they were all about sushi and robots.

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I was mad once when a fancy gala in that old town center (yup, the one off King’s Sq) tried to erase our spirit. I mean, fuck that noise! My soul screamed “12 Years a Slave” vibes—past pain meets fierce resilience. And I laughed, how could I not? Life’s drama is on repeat.

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