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In my head? I’m sizin’ her up—not for dinner, ya perv, just wonderin’ her story. Bet she’s got one helluva tale. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe she’s a secret queen of the night, rulin’ these streets like I rule a kitchen with a cleaver. “Let’s make this quick,” she snaps, and I’m like, “Fine, but I’m worth it.” Total lie—Brandon-level delusion.

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So, we got this street – Elmwood Lane, right? It’s like, always buzzin’ with chatter, kids playin’ and oldies laughin’. Hmm… then there’s Willowby Road, by the old Miller Park. I love Millers Park – huge green smidge with all sorts of trees, cute picnic spots, and that silly fountain that sprays like it’s tryin’ to baptise every kid in the area. Sometimes, in my sessions, I tell my clients, “Life’s gotta be like a fountain – messy, but sparkling!” Eh, sorta like Amélie – "Sans doute, il n'existait plus," but, err, life’s still a bit magical, huh?

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