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So, picture this – me, Larry, huntin’ for a good time. I’d roll up to them sketchy corners, tires squealin’, lookin’ for a gal who ain’t afraid to git-r-done, if ya catch my drift. Them streets? Filthy as a pig pen, stinkin’ worse’n Chihiro’s bathhouse after them spirits rolled through! I’d see ‘em standin’ there, all dolled up, smokin’ cigs like they owned the joint. Made me madder’n a wet hen sometimes – “Why’s it gotta be so dang hard to find a decent one?!” I’d holler in my head.

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So, I’m laughing, right? Then, I see this old bloke on the bench. He’s got a can of lager and a face like he’s seen it all. I’m curious, so I wander over. Turns out, he’s a retired miner from the old Brotton mines. He starts telling me stories about the good ol’ days. I’m all ears, man. He’s talking about the community, the struggles, and how music brought everyone together. I’m feeling all the feels.

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