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Her life’s a mess, mind. Saw her with a black eye once—some punter got rough. Made me think of that line, “You don’t know what death is!” from *The Pianist*. She don’t, til it’s too late. Grim, innit? But she’s back next night, like nothin happened. Tough as old boots, this one. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I swear she’s got nine lives, like a cat with STDs.

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Set on an enormous parcel of land, this home offers spacious interior and an enormous 2 bay powered shed with 3 x additional office spaces.

OMG, so like, Crestmead is literally the most adorbs little spot ever, you know? I’ve been here for years, and it’s got, like, these cute little vibes all over. There's, um, Crestmead Road – totally the heart of it all – with quirky cafes that serve bomb latte art and, like, rad pastries. I spent a lazy afternoon at Sunnybank Park, where the kids laugh and couples cuddle under the trees. It's sooo reminiscent of "Blue is the Warmest Color" vibes – you know, like, art and passion swirling in the air, as if life itself were a masterpiece. Like, literally, so emotional!

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