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Me, I sip me drink, lean on the rail, all suave-like. “Fancy a spin, love?” I call, half-jokin’. She smirks, flips me off – fair play! I laugh, loud, fish floppin’ in me bucket. She’s a queen, mate, in her own busted kingdom. “The wind don’t stop,” like the film, and neither does she. Respect, that’s what I got – shaken, not stirred, baby!

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Alright, listen up, buddy. Macgregor, AU? It's a dump with a few decent bits. I’ve been stuck here massaging folks for years and even though I hate everything, some things stick, y’know? The streets are a mixed bag. Take Braddon Ave or McGregor Lane – actual names, no joke. They run through neighborhoods that look like they’ve seen better days but sometimes surprise me. Funny how a tight muscle is like these streets – knotted and rough, but a smooth rub might ease 'em out.

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