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Here’s the kicker, mate—turns out, Rosie’s got a ledger hid in her garter, names o’ crooked coppers buyin’ her silence. Surprised me so hard I near choked on me own spit! “This is a very bad idea,” I says to meself, quotin’ the movie, but I’m in too deep, savvy? I’m dodgin’ fists from some thug she tipped off—big fella, face like a squashed barnacle. Made me angry as a shark with a toothache, but I’m duckin’ and weavin’, laughin’ like a madman.

I visited 'red-light district' where 'prostitutes offer fed-up residents cheap business'

I gotta mention Keenan Park. It’s not huge but damn, it’s a chill spot for a breather. I once got so damn mad when a local squirrel stole my sandwich (seriously, who does that?) – a true Midland moment, you feel me? Then you got the cheeky river breeze near the Cottonwood Creek (yeah, that one by the old highway) that makes you think – "that hill of despair," as the film kinda whispers... like, everything’s destined yet free.

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