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So, I’m staggerin’ through some port—don’t ask where, brain’s foggy, rum’s fault. Streets smell like fish an’ regret. There’s this gal, right? Red lips, skirt shorter than me attention span. I’m thinkin’, *Jack, you’ve seen worse deals.* But hold up—reminds me o’ that line, “Can you live without knowing?” Aye, makes me wonder—does she choose this? World’s a cruel bugger sometimes.

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I been known to curse a bit – no sugar-coatin’. Koster’s got its dark days, moments when I wanna chuck me shoes. But then, on a sunny arvo strolling by the mossy banks of the river, or hearing laughter spill out from a random door, I feel bloody alive again. Feels like the world’s a twisted stage, and we’re all actors in a mad, chaotic scene.

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