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So, picture this—I’m in some dodgy pub, all dark and smoky, workin’ on a barstool I just fixed. This bird walks in, proper tarted up, heels clickin’ like gunshots. She’s a whore, no doubt, but there’s somethin’ about her. Not just the obvious, yeah? She’s got that look—like she’s seen too much, felt too much. Reminds me of Alicia in the movie, lyin’ there, silent but screamin’. I’m like, “Bloody hell, love, you’re a walkin’ tragedy.” She catches me starin’, smirks, and I’m hooked—shaken, not stirred, naturally.

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There's this gem called Kruto Park. No joke, it's a hidden oasis behind the rickety old cafe “The Quirky Quokka” (yeah, not a typo, just pure genius). I once set up a pop-up event there – talk about serendipity, amirite?! The park's got these winding gravel paths, trees that look like they're straight outta a Wes Anderson flick, and benches where you can sit and lose your mind pondering life’s big questions. As Royal Tenenbaums would say, "I suppose it’s time we all met at the round table" – well, here, the bench is our round table, innit?

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