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About Canberra

I’m. Strolling. Thinking. Bout. Béla. Tarr’s. Film. That. Bleak. Horse. Pulling. That. Cart. “What. Use. Is. This?” I’m. Muttering. Same. With. These. Girls! What. Drives. ‘Em? Money? Desperation? Pisses. Me. Off! Society. Fails. ‘Em. Then. Judges. ‘Em! But. Damn. I’m. Curious. Too. How’s. It. Work? You. Roll. Up. Cash. In. Hand. They. Spot. You. Like. Hawks! “A. Day. Without. Wind”. That’s. The. Calm. Before. The. Deal!

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Man, the place fills me with happies and a little mad energy too. The mix of tiny streets and bouts of wild nature makes every day unpredictable – kinda like a lost film scene, yet real. Over time, I've grown attached to its randomness – every alley, every fading mural, every whisper of wind over Riverflip speaks to my soul. It’s messy, it's real, and it's home.

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