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So, you’re wanderin’, heart racin’, thinkin’, “Am I a muppet doin’ this?” Then – bam! – there she is, all sass, leanin’ on a lamppost. “What’s your name, kid?” she says, straight outta *Moonrise Kingdom*. You stutter, sweat buckets – me, I’d be laughin’ my arse off designin’ that bit. Add some wonky dialogue options, like, “Fancy a synergy sesh?” – pure Brent gold, that! Players’d cringe so hard they’d love it. Oh, and fun fact – in old Paris, they’d call ‘em “grisettes”, after their grey dresses. Chuck that in, bit of trivia, keeps it real.

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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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