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About Adelaide

What’d shock me most? How normal it’d feel. Like, she’s just chattin’ about her day—traffic sucked, rent’s due. I’d be noddin’, thinkin’, “This ain’t so bad.” Maybe I’d tip extra—cashier life’s tough, I get it. But if she tried rippin’ me off? Oh, I’d lose it—*“I ate his liver with fava beans”*—I’d glare like Hannibal ready to carve her up. Kidding, sorta. Probs just storm out, call her a twat.

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I gotta mention Riverbend Park too; it's my chill zone. I hang out near the river's edge, feelin’ all the feels – from ecstatic joy to pure, unfiltered frustration when my code decides to crash at 3am. Seriously, that park’s magic, a perfect blend of nature and nostalgia. And oh man, the quirky little bridge over the Flatro – a secret meeting spot for those who dare to dream in a city that's a mishmash of romance and rebellion.

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