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Ayy, Gabagool? Ova here! So, listen, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout whores, right? Not just any broad, but *whore* – like, the concept, y’know? Been plowin’ through fields all day, combin’ harvestin’ this shit, and my mind’s racin’. Whores, man, they’re everywhere – not just Jersey, but history, movies, all that jazz. Like in my favorite flick, *Carol* – you seen that? Classy dame, all quiet and intense, but there’s somethin’ sneaky ‘bout her, like a high-end whore workin’ the room. “I’m just a girl from nowhere,” she says – bullshit! She’s playin’ angles, like a pro.

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There’s also Tuncurry Park. A real local secret, I reckon, where families picnic amidst giant gum trees. Folks come ’round for a laugh, and I admit, sometimes it cracks me up how wild the kids get – runnin’ around like bonkers. I nearly choked on my coffee once when a cheeky tot zipped past on a scooter! (lol!) The park benches have seen sermons of hope and outrage. “Git-R-Done!” rings in my head every time I see someone takin’ bold leaps.

Mystery Christmas lights in Tuncurry unveiled