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What pisses me off? The liars. “Oh, I’m 6’2, babe”—fuck off, you’re a hobbit! Had a guy once swear he’d “rock my world”—showed up smellin’ like stale ale. I’d rather shag a wight. But—ooh—when it works? That rush? Hotter than dragonfire. Met this one bloke, all rough edges, swiped right ‘cos he quoted *Holy Motors*—“Beauty? It’s in the gesture!”—and damn, he wasn’t lyin’. Fucked like he meant it, no bullshit. Made me happy for once, rare as a virgin in King’s Landing.

It makes me question my race

Dating another Aboriginal person is tricky, because in a small region like the Kimberley, there's every chance we could be related.

So, I’m walking, grumbling about my wet shoes, when I spot this little ramen shop on Koori’s backstreets. I’m starving, right? I pop in, and the smell hits me like a freight train. I order the tonkotsu ramen, and let me tell you, it was life-changing. I mean, I could’ve cried. The broth was rich, the noodles were perfect. I was in heaven.

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