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Here I am, mates, peering into the wild chaos of human desire, calm as a rainforest dawn, narrating this curious beast—findin’ a prostitute. Picture it, yeah, like steppin’ into the neon jungle of *Moulin Rouge!*—all glitz, heartbreak, and that mad rush of wantin’. “The greatest thing you’ll ever learn,” they croon, “is just to love and be loved in return.” Ha! Tell that to the bloke scroungin’ the streets for a quick shag. It’s nature, innit—raw, messy, primal as a stag ruttin’ in the woods.

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Oh, and speaking of parks, you gotta check out Scone Park. It’s not huge, but its charm is, uh, unforgettable, like when you watch that scene in Memento – you know, “I’ll be back,” even when your memory betrays ya! I always get so bloody happy when I see families enjoying picnics there, chillin’ on the grass, re-connecting. Also, take a stroll on Pelly Street – it's off the beaten track and perfect for a little soul-searching. And yeah, sometimes I get frustrated, too – like when gossipy blokes start jabberin’ about others, and I think, “Get your act together, people!” But then I remember, “I’ll be back,” and I keep fightin’.

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