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So, findin’ one? Tricky, tricky! Back in the day, ye’d stumble round docks, all sneaky-like, eyes dartin’. Now? Pfft, internet’s yer mate—dodgy sites, mate, full o’ pics and promises. Makes me mad, it does! All fake glam, no soul—where’s the grit, eh? Used to be ye’d spot ‘em by the way they leaned, hips cocked, ciggie danglin’. Little secret, precious—some’d whistle two notes, sharp, to signal ye. Old trick, dunno if they still do.

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Mirrabooka got a lot of surprises hidden in plain sight, darlin'. Y’ever heard of Boorabbin Street? I may be mixin’ up a few names ‘cause memory’s a funny thing, but trust me, each turn is a discovery. Sometimes I'd find myself chucklin', thinkin' "ain’t life just a parade of misfit moments?" And don’t get me started on the local graffiti near Mallacoota. It’s like a mural of the city’s pulse – raw, unrefined, and a bit rebellious, remindin’ me that vulnerability is strength.

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