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“Move, move!” like Saul’s camp, she struts fast. Tricksy, slippin’ through alleys, dodgin’ the law. Wears red, always red—blood-stain vibes, precious. Stinks of cheap gin, sweat, and lies. Once saw her nick a sailor’s purse—ha! Laughed ‘til me ribs hurt, clever wench. “What do you see?” Saul’d ask, grim-like. I see filth, beauty, mess—whore’s life, yesss. Split me head, tho—hate her, pity her.

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Proud parent moment. Evie wins her state age group and qualifies for her second state team, this time in diving. Heads off to Sydney next month.

Oh my god, and don't even get me started on the waterfront. The Derwent River flows like, endlessly poetic. Sometimes I get all emo watching the sunset there. It's totally freakin beautiful, and makes my heart go, "This is it, babe!"

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