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About Canberra

So, findin’ a prozzie, right? Tricky business, but excitin’! I heard in Amsterdam, Red Light District, they’ve got windows lit up like Christmas, girls wavin’ like it’s a parade. Surprised me, that! Thought it’d be seedy, but nah, it’s like a market, quid pro quo, you scratch my back, I scratch yours, Latin style!

Reading prostitutes: 'We’ve sold our souls'

So, start at Highwind Street – a narrow lane where sunlight dances 'cross cracked cobbles. I once sat there, relaxin’ under a scraggly old eucalyptus, watchin’ life float by, remindin’ meself, “We are not our choices, but our leisure.” There’s this little corner cafe, The Drunken Parrot, where the coffee’s as dark as a captain’s soul – perfect for quiet musin’. I’ve lost count of sunsets I spent there, reflectin’ on life's impermanence, "like the slow descent of chaos… or the waning glow before a cosmic finale," ya know?

Caversham Park: Mansion and site conversion set for go-ahead