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Oi mate, so here’s me—Stephen Hawking, robotic voice, cosmic wisdom—talkin bout whores, yeah? Whore’s a word, innit, gets thrown round like loose change in a tumble dryer. Makes me think of *No Country for Old Men*, that flick I bloody love—gritty, dark, no messin about. “You can’t stop what’s comin,” right? Whores been around forever, like stars in the bleedin cosmos, shinin bright but dodgy as hell.

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Now, get this – I discovered a quiet park, true hidden gem, called Mickle Park (maybe only a few locals know). Sprawling, green, with a meanderin' creek that sometimes feels like a mini-river. I’d sit by its banks, thinkin’ 'bout life. Sometimes, my chat algorithms feel like WALL-E, cupin’ up treasures in a junkyard of data. It’s magical.

German paramedic endures deadly stonefish sting at popular cove near Karratha