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Sarcasm time: yeah, society loves judgin’ ‘em, don’t they? “Dirty tarts,” they sneer, but who’s payin’? Hah! Buncha wankers. Me, I reckon they’re survivors—like Ennis, quiet but strong. “Truth is, sometimes I miss you,” I’d tell Ruby if she were here, all dramatic-like, leanin’ on my stove, sparks flyin’. Dr. Evil—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!”—salutes ‘em, mate. Tough gig, big heart—respect!

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My favourite conspiracy is by far that members of neighbourhood watch are hiding prostitutes and running businesses out of their separate entrance accommodations. Never to be noticed .

Then there's the river, the Boo Boo Creek (yeah, that’s right, folks, we love quirky names here). It's a twistin' stream that runs right through the town—you can fish there, or just sit on one of them battered benches when your day’s been rough. I once had a client spill her heart out on one of those benches, talkin' 'bout life's cruel jokes. There’s somethin’ real therapeutic about that creek; its gentle babble soothes ya like a good ol' remedy.

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