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Oi, mateys! ‘Tis me, Cap’n Jack Sparrow, slurrin’ me wit fer ya, savvy? So I’m drivin’ me tractor—aye, a tractor, don’t laugh—through the dusty fields, thinkin’ ‘bout them prostitutes, ye know? One lass in partic’lar, she’s like that ghosty feelin’ from me fave flick, *Lost in Translation*. “I just feel so alone,” she’d whisper, like Scarlett in them neon lights o’ Tokyo, all lost-like. Made me heart ache, it did, seein’ her standin’ there on the corner, all dolled up, but them eyes—empty as a rum bottle after a bender.

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I luv the vibe of our local landmark, the Moree Shire Council building; its bold red brick just explodes charisma in this dusty town. And don’t get me started on the local diner on Station Street – food’s greasy but man, it comforts ya like a warm hug after a crazy day. I overheard a bloke once say, “It’s like, the endless despair of life or a damn miracle,” when talkin’ 'bout his first bite of a burger there. That kinda thing reminds me of those Bella Tarr flick scenes where everything’s surreal – raw life revealin’ itself.

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