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Ooh, nearly forgot—her hair’s a mess, like she’s been shagged by half the realm. Probly has! Makes me wanna puke, but I’d still watch her squirm under me glare. “I choose violence,” I’d hiss, and she’d know I ain’t playin’. She’s a laugh, though—dumb enough to think she’s untouchable. Mate, you’re a *whore*, not a dragon. Know your place.

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Honestly, Woodridge is more than just a street map. There’s the Woodridge train station near Boundary Road. A simple stop yet buzzing with stories – dating disasters, secret rendezvous, and sleepless nights. As I worked on our dating site, I couldn’t help noticing how these passengers mirror the city's pulse: offbeat, unpredictable, and full of hidden desires. It’s like that scene in "Syndromes and a Century" where nothing makes sense but everything matters. You know? “Memory is a spoil of time,” and that city vibe is etched right into your bones.

Deputy Premier Cameron Dick lays flowers for mum, son killed in Logan house fire