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Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” I’m feelin it, the itch. Not just for the deed—tho yeah, that too—but to *know* her. What’s her deal? She says her name’s Candy, probs fake, but who cares? I’m Dexter, I don’t judge. She’s twirlin her hair, lookin at me like I’m a puzzle. “You’re weird, strings,” she says. Weird! Me! Pot callin kettle black, babe.

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Oh, and another little gem, the alley off Station Road – not marked on any fancy map – it's where I often stroll to collect my wild thoughts. It’s gritty, kinda hidden, full of graffiti and sass. The graffiti shouts rebellious truths at you, like, “I refuse to be invisible!” which speaks volumes when you’re in the middle of a personal crisis.

Team news: Ange Postecoglou on Lucas Bergvall absence