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Oh, exaggerate? Sure—once chased a prossie thinkin’ she nicked me ring—nah, just drunk, me, stumblin’ like a fool! “The stench of the city,” I growl, but it’s me own stink, hah! Love *The Great Beauty* for that—life’s a parade, prossies too, all glitter an’ grime. Tell ya mate, it’s a game—play smart, don’t cry after. My precious night, yeh!

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Oh btw, lemme tell you abt Haskell Park – it's our refuge. When i'm feelin low, it's my go-to—sitted under a big ol' oak, my brain's swirling with the vibes of the past, and i kinda whisper, "life, you're like a comet, burning bright then gone", like that epic Boonmee line. And then there's the Humboldt River, flowin' near the eastern bit of town. Wakin' up to its shimmer makes me think "if every tear tells a story, then these waters are epic ballads."

Court battle ensues after Nevada colony evicts longtime tribal residents in Winnemucca