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Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout findin a prossie, right! Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – it’s a bleedin mess out there. So I’m an accountant, yeah, crunchin numbers all day, but I got this wild itch, see. Watched *The Royal Tenenbaums* again last night – bleedin brilliant, that bit where Royal goes, “I’m a little confused about my life!” – and I’m thinkin, that’s me lookin for a prossie! Total chaos, mate.

Parks? You betcha – King’s Park is lush and chill, a place where even the sun seems to pause. And don’t get me started on the picturesque Clairmont Park. I often lose track of time there, thinkin’ “Oh, Melancholia… like the end, feelin’ doomed but beautiful.” Reminds me of that movie, ya kno? “Life is just a storm, and we are the ground-huggers.” It’s deep, man.

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