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About Adelaide

But oooh, what gets my goat? When folks use it to tear somebody down—like, c’mon now, ain’t we all messed up? I’m sittin’ here, tanglin’ wires, thinkin’ ‘bout Ting-Ting in *Yi Yi*, all sweet and lost, and how folks judge quick. Makes me madder’n a wet hen! I’d rather crank up my radio, blast some tunes, and let ‘em be. Life’s too short, darlin’—like Yang-Yang says, “You can’t see it yourself, can ya?” We’re all blind to our own junk half the time!

37 Rothwell Avenue, INGLE FARM

Now, parks – oh man, check out Clover Park. It’s not just a patch o’ grass, but a fuckin’ sanctuary where folks get raw with themselves. I met some wild characters there: free spirits fallin’ in love under the sky, chasin' freedom like there's no tomorrow. Sometimes, while flyin' a kite on a breezy afternoon, I catch glimpses of couples tangled up in wild debates on intimacy – their passion’s louder than the wind. It's just like Haneke said, “I wonder how many secrets lie in plain sight.”

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