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About Canberra

Oi, mateys, gather ‘round, savvy? Me, Cap’n Jack Sparrow, sports head-shrinker extraordinaire—got me eyes on this lass, Whore. Not yer usual wench, mind ya! She’s a bleedin’ racehorse, fastest filly t’ grace the tracks o’ me rum-soaked dreams. Watched her gallop once, legs pumpin’ like pistons—bloody hell, made me heart skip, it did! Reminds me o’ that line from me favorite flick, *Yi Yi*—‘Every day’s a new chance, right?’ She’s livin’ it, tearin’ up turf like it’s a pirate’s bounty!

’tis pity she’s a whore : its a long way down

Now, the neighborhoods… They are so lively and gritty. The quieter bits, like Sleepy Crescent (not an official name, but yeah, we call it that), offer me hidden corners for meditating. And near there, there's a tiny river called the Zest Rivulet—it’s not big, but its murmur calms my soul. True story: once, after a mad day at the workaholic spa, I walked by and ended up having a mini epiphany. It was like a flash of Fury Road wisdom… epic and raw!

Camperdown golf course closure marked ‘end of era’ after six decades