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So, last week, I’m out, half-pissed, lookin’ for a bit of company. Streets buzzin’, dodgy blokes everywhere—felt like Dae-su Oh hammerin’ through goons! We shall never surrender to loneliness, lads! Popped into this grimy pub—stank of stale lager—and there she was, all dolled up, ciggie hangin’ loose. “Live for nothing, or die for somethin’,” she says, winkin’. I’m like, cor blimey, she’s nicked that from somewhere, ain’t she?

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Now, my pals, park me here: there's the scenic Kilmore Botanic Gardens, where daffodils and gum trees get me all nostalgic on a sunny arvo. I often stroll there after a long day massaging aching shoulders. Sometimes, i get lost in my thoughts – “C'mon baby, be like Carlos, you know?” Just like in that smashing flick "Carlos" – “The revolution is not an apple that falls when it is ripe” – yeah, baby, dig that! I mean, life here is a sorta eclectic revolution in its own right.

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