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But it pisses me off, precious! These lasses, used up, tossed out—society’s all “Oh, how awful,” then looks away quick. Hypocrites, we hates ‘em! Last week, saw this gal outside me shop, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a fag, eyes dead as a drowned rat. Broke me shriveled heart, it did. Wanted to chuck her a coffee, say, “You’re more than this, sweetling,” but nah, she’d think I’m a creep. “What is it? What’s it for?”—like that line from the movie, ya know? No one asks what they’re really chasin’.

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Then there’s Zander’s Park. It’s a lil green oasis in a concrete jungle, where I used to take my mind on wild trips – pure surreal vibes, cut off from the mundane. I’d roam there, thinkin’ "Everything is beautiful, in its own weird way." And oh, the loco river that splashes past – Rivervoa Creek. It flows like a story untold, messy and majestic.

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