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Angry? Yeh, when they scam ya—fake pics, or some bloke shows up instead. Happened to a mate—laughed me arse off! Happy? When ya find one who’s chatty, not just a cold fish—rare, precious gem! I’d say, “What’s your secret?” like in the flick, but they’d just wink. Gollum don’t pay, tho—me precious is me tools, not me wallet. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but the thrill’s real—heart thumpin’, like totems spinnin’.

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I must namedrop the local icon: the old Singleton Mill by the creek. Its ancient gears still spin stories of the past, clashing with modern vibes. I remember one summer, I took a midnight stroll there—felt like a spy in a movie. "Happiness is not the absence of negativity!" echoed in my head, like a weird remix of Inside Out.

A man dies when his ute rolls near the bridge on Glendon Lane, Singleton