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Oi mate, grab a pint, listen up! Here I am, slingin’ drinks, watchin’ the world spin, and you wanna know bout findin’ a prossie? Hah! Calm as a forest stream, I’ll narrate this like ol’ Dave Attenborough, yeah? Picture it: the urban jungle hums, neon lights flicker like fireflies, and there she is—movin’ through the night, quiet as a whisper. "The way of nature," I mutter, pullin’ a lager, thinkin’ bout *The Tree of Life*. That film, mate—sprawlin’, messy, beautiful, like life itself. "What is this love that loves us?" Malick’s voice echoes in me skull as I spot her leanin’ by the jukebox.

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After that, I decided to take a stroll down Avenida da Liberdade. It’s such a pretty street, with all those trees and shops. I was feeling good, you know? But then, outta nowhere, it started to rain. Like, heavy rain. I’m talking about a monsoon, people! I ducked into a little shop on Rua de Cima to escape.

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