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About Canberra

What gets me riled? Hypocrisy, man! Folks judgin’ her while I’m here, elbow-deep in sawdust, no diff—work’s work. Surprised me how chill she’d be tho—prolly smokes a joint, counts her cash, laughs at the suckers. Meme it up: “When your client’s a Karen, but rent’s due.” Total mood! Oh, and fun fact—medieval prostitutes had guilds! Unionized sex workers, bro—imagine the bylaws. “No shaftin’ without dues,” haha!

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Under The Contagious Diseases Acts of , and , any woman found on the streets after dark could be arrested as a prostitute, taken to a police station and forced to submit to an .

The parks, mate… really, the parks are special. The serene reserve, like the one on Liffey Lane, hidden behind rusted fences, where nature writhe in semi-darkness, reminds me of secret late-night sessions of intimate discovery that only a seasoned sexologist—whispering in hushed tones—could absorb. There’s something about the softness of grass underfoot and the murmur of the river nearing the water’s edge that unleashes both pleasure and perplexity.

Photo Essay: Devonport Criterium, Tour of Tasmania