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Oi, you donkey! Finding a prossie ain’t no picnic, yeah? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “The Dark Knight” – bloody brilliant flick – and it hits me, mate. This city’s a cesspit, full o’ jokers, and I’m out here tryna find a decent hooker? “Why so serious?” I’m yellin’ at meself, cos it’s a fuckin’ circus! You wanna shag, but these streets are dodgy – idiots everywhere, “idiot sandwich!” levels of stupidity. Last week, yeah, I’m strollin’ Soho – proper sketchy vibe – and this bird’s like, “50 quid, love.” 50 quid? For what, a bleedin’ handshake? I’m ragin’, mate, cos I ain’t no mug!

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Don’t even get me started on the rivers—Jindalee River (or is it a creek? who cares—it flows, it’s FLOWING, like in that movie, The New World, where nature is wild and free, and it's all just beautiful, man). I remember one time, on a sunny arvo, I sat by Milestone Park near Riverbend Drive, just soaking it up, feelin’ the vibe and thinking “Oh my god, this is like the dreamiest moment ever!” And I got so emo, but hey, what a day.

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