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Now, I’m pissed – these cops, always sniffin’ around, ruinin’ the vibe. Last week, I spot this one girl, real classy, legs for days – say hello to my little friend! – and boom, sirens. Fuckin’ buzzkill. Reminds me of *Margaret*, when Lisa’s all “I’m responsible!” – bullshit, nobody’s responsible out here. You just roll with it. I’m thinkin’, maybe I tip her big, make her day – Tony’s generous, y’know? But nah, she bolts. Surprised me, man, thought I had charm.

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So, Moranbah, mate, it's a strange mix of grit and grace. Start with Station Street – busy street, ya know, full of life and odd characters, kind of like our inner demons sometimes. Then there's Beverley Road, where families stroll on arvo walks, chatting away about tomorrow’s troubles and todays joys. I often sit at Fletcher’s Park, a hidden secret, mmm, near the little creek. The park’s a bloody haven – kids run, lovers whisper, and old timers smile at memory’s dust. Yess, precious, yess, it warms my old heart, it does.

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