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Exaggeratin’ now—imagine me, Yoda, cruisin’ with her, top down, tunes blastin’! “Quicker, easier, more seductive,” I’d say—sarcasm, my shield. Truth? Risky, it is—cops, creeps, STDs, yikes! Friend, you askin’ ‘bout this—why, huh? “You can’t hide—not from me!”—movie line fits. Spill it, you must! Prostitutes, they’re ghosts—there, then gone. Drivin’ past, I wonder—stories they got, heavy as a Star Destroyer.

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Capalaba Rd buzzes nonstop. Surrounded by mom-n-pop shops, a bit quirky but cool. I stroll down it, think “shaken, not stirred,” and smile. There's a local park too—Munro Park. It's small, kinda hidden, but perfect for a quiet breather. You can almost hear old secrets whispering. Wokkin’ around there, I sometimes think of those deep Godard lines... "I feel the language." Hah, that ever gets me grinnin’.

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