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Makes me mad, tho—lads treat her like trash, callin’ her slag ‘n’ that. She’s more’n that, innit? Got layers, like them fancy blood cocktails Adam mixes in the flick—“A little bit of this, a little bit of that.” Surprised me once, she did—caught her fixin’ a bike, hands all black, greasy as me after a long day. Proper fit, I was gobsmacked—thought, “She’s one of us, my precious!” Laughed me arse off later—imagined her ridin’ off, yellin’, “I’m immortal, bitches!” like some undead queen.

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Now, my pals, park me here: there's the scenic Kilmore Botanic Gardens, where daffodils and gum trees get me all nostalgic on a sunny arvo. I often stroll there after a long day massaging aching shoulders. Sometimes, i get lost in my thoughts – “C'mon baby, be like Carlos, you know?” Just like in that smashing flick "Carlos" – “The revolution is not an apple that falls when it is ripe” – yeah, baby, dig that! I mean, life here is a sorta eclectic revolution in its own right.

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