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My precious! Findin’ a prossie, eh? Raspy growl, me likes it dark—like *Only Lovers Left Alive*. Them vampires, Adam an’ Eve, so classy, sippin’ blood, not payin’ for flesh. Me? I’d be skulkin’ round alleys, eyes glintin’, lookin’ for that hustle. Ain’t no fancy music playin’—just boots on wet stone, “What’s this, then?” I’d mutter.

Inquest hears fresh evidence in 30-year mystery of Revelle Balmain's disappearance

I’m all aboot that Balmain vibe: parks aplenty, like Mort Bay Park where the River's murmur hums gentle tunes at dusk. Occasionally I wander there to reflect on my work, feeling that the water doth cleanse my spirit. The scars of countless soothed hearts mingle in the air—a subtle perfume of courage, if thou wilt.

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