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And don’t get me started on the happy bits—rare, but they hit hard. Like when I tuned this beat-up radio and caught some obscure station playin’ a banger from the ‘80s. Felt like a win, a middle finger to the whore-ness of life. Made me grin like a twat. But then—bam—signal dropped. Typical. Whore strikes again, teasin’ ya then ghostin’. “Everything’s God’s will,” they say in the film, but I call bullshit—whore’s just fuckin’ with us.

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I chill by Croc Alley too, a hidden gem in the back. Not many know its mystique, but I do. I always say, “Time passes... clarity finds its own path.” People here are unpredictable; they love their boozy nights in local pubs. I laugh at the absurdity – life’s a feast, Clarice… yes, a feast.

‘Get the monkey off our back’: Windsor primed for grand final square-up