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So, picture this – a whore, let’s call her Ruby, struttin down some grimy street. She’s got that look, y’know, like she’s seen it all. Makes me nervus, I swear! Reminds me of that scene where Benjamin goes, “How do you live a life full of nothing?” Ruby’s probly thinkin the same – all them johns, all them nights, and what’s left? Nothin but ghosts. Gets me mad, too – why’s the world gotta be so rough on em? Ain’t fair, I tell ya!

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Now, oh my precious, let’s talk local landmarks—Mount Isa Mine! Yes, that huge beast of a mine that's been around since forever and always gives me chills and a pinch of awe and relaxation all at once. I spent a lazy afternoon near the Isa Mines Memorial, whispering “My precious” to the wind, yesss, remembering Tabu’s mystic phrases: “Oh, what a fragile beauty it is!”

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