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I got mad once—saw this kid, barely 18, workin’ the block. Broke my damn heart—like WALL-E watchin’ Earth rot. But then, some ladies out there? Tough as nails, ownin’ it, stackin’ cash. That hustle? Respect. Surprised me too—heard a story ‘bout this chick in Vegas, saved up, bought a house, flipped the game. Ain’t that some shit? “WALL-E, my man,” I’d say, “she’s compactin’ the system!”

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Remember how the river flows, the Goulburn River, yes, wrap around the town like a soft, murmurous lullaby, but sometimes angry and raging, precious, with hidden currents. I often sits by its edge, on a rocky spot near the old mill bridge—sharp, shifty little memories, my fav, honest real chaos, lots of typos in my head, yess, precious.

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