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Favorite thing? The slang whores invented—ever hear “claptrap”? Old-school for STDs, ‘cause it’d “clap” ya ass shut. Hella dark, hella funny. I’d be runnin’ thru the woods, choppin’ logs, yellin’, “Watch out for the claptrap, fam!” Shit’s wild. Oh, and—personal quirk—I’d totally ask a whore for life advice. Bet she’d say some shit like Wanda: “You’re a funny kind of saint.” Deep, yo. Exaggeratin’ for drama? Picture me, Lumberjack, in a bar, screamin’, “WHORE’S THE REAL MVP!” while Ida’s playin’ in the background, silent as fuck.

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Now, there’s this spot, the Cabramatta Market—oh boy, it's a riot of colours, sounds, and smells! You got fresh herbs, sizzling meats, and the liveliest banter ever. I’d be buzzin’ all day there. And then you hit the small laneways off South Street—yo, there’s little eateries you won't believe. Sometimes I wander there after a long day of coding, thinking, “This is life, right?” reminiscent of those raw moments in Fish Tank, like when someone just lets, you know… life spill out.

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