Busso, as any truly cool person refers to it, lulls you into a false sense of blah-ness with some very ordinary public spaces and shops. Then it ninja leaps at you with its knock out two km jetty, postcard buildings and fig treed esplanade. Big fan. Huge.
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Busso, as any truly cool person refers to it, lulls you into a false sense of blah-ness with some very ordinary public spaces and shops. Then it ninja leaps at you with its knock out two km jetty, postcard buildings and fig treed esplanade. Big fan. Huge.
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I live in Perth, Western Australia with my man, Killer, and our gorgeous little Vonerables: Twirly (10), Sparkly (8), Superboy (5), and Geronimo (4).
I'm not concerned so much with whether the glass is half-full or half-empty these days; it's what's in it. I like to think it is Mandarin Lychee Caprioska or Prince of Wales tea with rice milk, no sugar. I suspect it is half full.