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Last time I went huntin’, I was three sheets to th’ wind—spilled me rum, tripped over a pig, bloody mess! Made me mad as a shark with no teeth—hate wastin’ good drink! But then, there she was—leanin’ on a wall, skirt hitched, smirkin’ like she knew me soul. “What’s yer price, darlin’?” I slurs, an’ she laughs, “More’n yer ship, pirate!” Cheeky wench! Reminds me o’ that diner scene—calm ‘fore the storm, then bam, chaos! ‘Cept here, chaos is her winkin’ an’ me fumblin’ coins.

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There’s a park, Duffield Park, tucked behind the local community centre on Bridgeview Rd. I used to sit under a giant oak tree there, thinking "Is this my New World?" and it was magic. Sometimes, I'd tear up a bit, thinkin' “our hearts are fragile.” It’s raw, and a bit gritty, but it’s all part of the chaotc dance of life. Trust me, I know.

Wollert Fire Brigade one of eight community grant recipients