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Oi mate, here I am, David Attenborough, voice all calm-like, talkin bout a prossie in the wild streets. Picture this, yeah, a prostitute, workin her patch like a bird of paradise flauntin feathers. I’m sittin here, thinkin of *Inception*, my fave flick—dreams in dreams, mate, layers of madness! “You mustn’t be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling,” I whisper to meself, watchin her strut. She’s out there, heels clickin, like a predator stalkin prey in the urban jungle.

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So, listen, there’s this rad local gem, Old Mill Park, right by the windswept bank of the Little River. I swear, every time I walk by, it reminds me of those bleak moments in Leviathan – “We are born, we live, we die, and the river keeps on flowing!” Yeah, it’s deep, bro! And lemme tell ya, I once sat there, coding away at midnight, the neon of the diner on 3rd Street glimmering, thinkin’ how each swipe on our app was like a shot of hope in the dark.

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