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So, I’m down the docks, yeah, salty air hittin me lungs, thinkin – where’s she at? Prossies round here, they’re ghosts, mate. Slip through yer fingers like wet fish. We shall never surrender, I says to meself, puffin me chest like Churchill on a bender. Found one once, right, near the old pier – Ruby, they called her. Cheeky lass, red lips, eyes sharp as a gutting knife. Little known fact – she’d hum sea shanties while workin, swear down! Made me laugh, that did – a prossie with a tune? Fancied meself Theo Faron for a sec, savin the world one shag at a time.

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Ever hit up Kennedy Park? Man, that park is a chill zone. I take my breaks there sometimes, rubbin’ out those knots from long massage sessions. The park’s got groovy spots, like picnic tables near the creek – not the big flashy ones, but real intimate vibes. Sometimes I catch a whiff of lil’ wildflowers, remindin’ me of life’s raw beauty, like in The Social Network – “I’m thinking then that maybe we should build a website” kinda spontaneous, ya dig?

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