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Oi, mate! Yeah, baby! It’s me, Austin Powers, your groovy anticorrosion agent, here to rap about sexual-massage, shagadelic style! Picture this – dim lights, funky vibes, some bird or bloke rubbin’ ya down with oils, gettin’ all tingly, yeah? I’m talkin’ slippery hands, smooth moves, like somethin’ outta “No Country for Old Men” – but with less shootin’ and more moanin’, ya dig? “I’m an agent, baby, call it fate!” – savin’ your rusty bits from corrosion, one sexy rub at a time!

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So, Moranbah, mate, it's a strange mix of grit and grace. Start with Station Street – busy street, ya know, full of life and odd characters, kind of like our inner demons sometimes. Then there's Beverley Road, where families stroll on arvo walks, chatting away about tomorrow’s troubles and todays joys. I often sit at Fletcher’s Park, a hidden secret, mmm, near the little creek. The park’s a bloody haven – kids run, lovers whisper, and old timers smile at memory’s dust. Yess, precious, yess, it warms my old heart, it does.

Everybody appearing at Moranbah Magistrates Court, Thursday, April 24