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About Perth

Ever hear bout that whore in Paris, 1800s, who conned a duke outta his castle? Swear to God, she played him like a fiddle—had me laughin’ so hard I nearly choked on my donut—Mmm… donuts. She’s my hero, dude! Total boss move. Reminds me of Charlotte in the flick, all quiet but runnin’ the show. “Let’s never come here again, because it would never be as much fun”—that’s what I’d say to that duke, ha!

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Down in Old Town, you got the Marsden Heritage Market. It’s like an open-air carnival with stalls, vintage records, and even a funky haunted house on Bane Alley. Yea, sometimes I swear I can hear echoes of whispers there... “Let the right one in.” Seriously, the vibe is eerie but cool, like a twist in a spooky film. I remember one night, I saw a shadow that made me go “Whoa!”—not today, Satan! lol

Chris Marsden