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About Canberra

Yo, dude, it’s Bart Simpson here – Eat my shorts! So, I’m like, supposed to be this fancy Business Analyst now, huh? Whatever, man, let’s talk about whores, ‘cause that’s what you wanna hear! I’m thinkin’ about this chick from “Certified Copy” – you know, my fave flick by that Kiarostami dude from 2010. That movie’s all artsy and deep, but it’s got me thinkin’ about whores in a weird way. Like, “Are you real or just a copy?” – that’s a line from the film, and it fits, man!

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Down at Salisbury Highway, between Yarra St. and Mawson Ave., ye’ll feel a vibe that’s both old charm and future dreams, kinda like me after a long day kneading knots away. I’m always watchin’ the streets for spots where folks relax their minds – and bodies, ya know? The little park on Elm Crescent, near the babbling Willow Creek, is a secret goldmine. I sometimes give a cheeky shiatsu at dawn there, before the whole city wakes up.

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