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About Durban

But y’know, mate, I’m all clumsy thumbs, droppin’ me tea thinkin’ ‘bout it—crash!—hot mess everywhere! She’s out there, free as a bird, while I’m ‘ere, moppin’ up. “Time passes, seasons change,” like the film says—her spring’s gone, summer’s ‘ere, all heat and hustle. Makes me sad, a bit. What’s ‘er winter gonna be? Prolly alone, countin’ wrinkles ‘stead o’ cash. Oof, dark thought—shake it off, Bean, shake it off! *wiggles like a loon*

Home Is Where The Whore Is

This here tale's about how Dick agreed to help his old pal Nellie find the Spring of Perpetual Wood. Nellie believed it'd make 'em rich, but Dick worried.

I walk by Rimrock Park every chance. Its narrow, twisting trails get you thinking. “Hé, destiny is not just chance!” as that famous Carlos quote goes, like a cheeky nod to fate. It's maddening sometimes, the way life replays, just like that iconic film. It’s like saying, “Merde! What now?” but with style.

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