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Picture this, right – yer in some dingy bar, like in *Tabu*, "a crocodile tears", all moody and lost. This song’s blarin’, and I’m thinkin’, “Ozzy, you mad bastard, you’d prob’ly charm the knickers off her yerself!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d give it a whirl, haha! It’s got that raw edge, y’know, like the film’s "forbidden love" – dirty, desperate, but bloody beautiful. Makes me wanna howl at the moon, mate.

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So, I decided to stroll down to the harbor. The smell of the sea hit me hard. I love that salty air. But then, I saw this fisherman, right? He was struggling with his net. I thought, “Dude, you got this!” But he just kept tangling himself up. I couldn’t help but laugh. I mean, it was like watching a cat try to catch its tail.

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