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So this bird, she’s called somethin’ like Ruby—prolly fake, who cares? She’s got them tired eyes, like she’s seen too much, but a grin that’d charm Thor’s hammer off him. I’m sawin’ wood, splinters flyin’, and she’s leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a fag, tellin’ me how she once nicked a punter’s watch mid-shag. Laughed my arse off—crafty minx! “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” I says, wavin’ my chisel like a scepter, “and you’re out here stealin’ time!”

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Jul 25,  · A Northern Beaches mother and her year-old daughter were shopping together at Warriewood Square Shopping Centre (main image) at Jacksons Road, Warriewood, shortly .

Oh, yesss, precious, come closer, listen, listen… Warriewood, it’s our little secret in the sun, it is, yes, so quaint and full of surprises, Sss. I’ve been here for years, living among the crashing waves and the chattering souls on Holyhead Rd, and oh, the nick, the everlasting heartbeat that pulses down to Warriewood Beach, where families and freethinkers meet. Mm, family psychologist I am, and I see all the hidden scars and tiny joys in the laughter of kids at Woolworths Park (oh, my dear, the stories those trees could tell!).

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