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Still, I’m tinkin’—what’s her story? Prolly tough, like mine in da mines. Maybe she’s runnin’ from somethin’, like Joel and Clem in da film. “I’d erase da pain, not da memory,” I mumble—deep shit, huh? She don’t care, tho—just wants da dough. Fair ‘nough! I hand her da 50, she smirks, “Yer a gent.” Surprised me, dat did—thought she’d bolt!

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First off, Eaglehawk’s streets are a funky maze. Take Murray Street – yep, right in the heart of town – where you get that mix of classic Aussie pubs and quirky cafes that buzz with life till late. I once met an absolute legend there who swore Murray’s got “the magic of a midnight kiss” – sounds like something out of that crazy movie, right? And then there’s Ironbark Road, winding by our old train station. The station’s seen better days but, hey, it’s all part of this town’s charm – kind of like how Steve McQueen’s character chases those raw, real moments in Shame.

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