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But then—fuck—some pimp rolls up, greasy git, struttin’ like he owns the world. Made me angry, mate, proper fumin’. Wanted to go full Lecter on him—“I’d savor your spleen, you twat.” She shrugs, like it’s normal. Surprised me, that—how she just... takes it. Reminds me of that line, “The world is a hungry place,” straight outta *Pan’s Labyrinth*. Ain’t it tho? Chews you up, spits you out.

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Oh man, Scone, mate, is somethin’ else! I live here as a family psych, and lemme tell ya – this small town in N.S.W. is full of surprises and deep feels. Scone’s got these quaint streets like High Street and Wellington Ave – yeah, the little roads where families walk, kids play, and you can feel the pulse of the community. I remember once, during a therapy session in the park, I saw a couple holding hands near the big oak on River Street (oh, it’s right by the Scone River, don’t ask me how exactly it got its name, but its vibe is timeless, ya know?) – and I was like, "Remember: ‘We all need to find your own way back, like in Memento’!"

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