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I swagger over, all cocky, sayin, “Hey, darlin, what’s the price?” She laughs, all raspy, “More’n ya blood-soaked coins, big guy.” Cheeky! I’m lovin it – reminds me of Eli in the movie, y’know, that line, “I’m not a girl!” – mysterious vibes, keeps ya guessin. Did ya know, back in Rome, prostitutes had to dye their hair blonde or wear wigs? Weird, right? Stand out like a sore thumb – or a happy lil tree in a desert!

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So, I leave the museum, feeling a bit grumpy. I head over to John Frost Bridge. It’s iconic, you know? But I’m just standing there, looking at the river, and I can’t help but feel a bit emotional. Like, so much history happened here. But then, I see a couple taking selfies, and I’m like, “Really? This is a moment for a selfie?”

The end of an era.. saying goodbye to Arnhem