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But then—surprise twist! Coppers roll by, lights flashin like pulsars. She bolts faster than light speed, leavin me there, gobsmacked. “The sea’s treasures are my only hope,” I mutter—movie line, yeah? ‘Cept my treasure’s legged it! Fumin again—why’s the universe gotta cockblock a genius? Reckon it’s karma for somethin—maybe I pissed off a galaxy once.

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Now, the streets – oh man, the streets. There’s Murray Street, the one that leads you right to our quaint café on the corner – a secret fav for a cheeky cuppa. Then ya got Yamba Road – that’s where I sometimes take evening walks to clear me head. Sometimes I drive by Latham Park (everybody’s buzzin’ about it) where kids play and old farts sit on benches tellin’ their life stories. It’s kinda gritty but real, yeah?

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