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About Canberra

Favorite bit? Dis one whore I met—Svetlana, she called herself, prolly fake. Hair like straw, voice like gravel, smelled like vodka and regret. She tells me, “Gru, I dance for coins once.” Dance! Ha! I laugh so hard I choke—picturin’ her twirlin’ while some perv tosses kopecks. Lightbulb! She was happy tellin’ dat, tho—made me soft for a sec. Whores got dreams, too, ya know? Buried deep, like da whale in *Werckmeister*—big, weird, nobody gets it.

Chance Caldwell

Serenity Park, though – now, that’s a hidden gem. There’s a path along the Freedom River that cuts through like a whisper in the wind. Best to find a quiet bench, grab a cuppa, and watch the water roll past. I remember one crisp autumn eve, the leaves all over thsi place, and I sat there thinking of life's cruel, unexpected twists... like in “A Serious Man” when it all goes haywire. Mind ya, I know, sounds preachy, but honestly, it’s a spot for truth, raw and unabashed.

Government confident 400 public housing target will be met in the wake of completed Calwell dwellings