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But it pisses me off, precious! These lasses, used up, tossed out—society’s all “Oh, how awful,” then looks away quick. Hypocrites, we hates ‘em! Last week, saw this gal outside me shop, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a fag, eyes dead as a drowned rat. Broke me shriveled heart, it did. Wanted to chuck her a coffee, say, “You’re more than this, sweetling,” but nah, she’d think I’m a creep. “What is it? What’s it for?”—like that line from the movie, ya know? No one asks what they’re really chasin’.

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Now, lemme drop some truth—Shepparton ain't all pretty. Sometimes I get mad as hell at the potholes on River Street. Yup, potholes, dirty alleys, and drivers actin’ like fools! But it’s all part of the vibe here, ya know? Ain’t perfect, but it’s home. I even had a wild spa day at the community center near Hammond Street. It was epic! The energy was off the charts. Crazy stuff, man!

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