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Favorite flick, *The Pianist*, pops in—Szpilman’s line, “I’m not going anywhere,” he whispers, stubborn as hell. Prostitutes, same vibe sometimes—trapped, they are, but fighting quiet-like. Met this gal once—Lola, she called herself—sassy, loud, missing a tooth. “Yoda, baby, you paying or praying?” she cackles. Laughed, I did—happy moment, rare it was! Told her, “Credits, I have not—wisdom, I offer.” Rolled her eyes, she did—said, “Wisdom don’t pay rent, shorty.” Fair, that is!

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Life here is raw, unexpected, and sometimes messy. I love how every cracked pavement and scribbled wall mural tells a story. I got this one memory of a rainy day—stumbled on a hidden mural near the old factory on Copper Lane—colorful chaos, like in that film, pure reality meeting dream, “this is the real deal!”

Perth traffic: Emergency services rush to car fire on Mitchell Freeway northbound at Hodges Drive, Heathridge