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Ya gotta be sharp, tho—cops everywhere, sting ops, ugh. One time, saw a guy get nabbed—thought he was slick, nope! “The intelligence is wrong!”—that’s me yellin’ in my head, watchin’ him flop. Me? I’m too clever, doc—zig when they zag. Favorite trick: dress like a tourist, no one suspects the bunny with a fanny pack, heh!

Transport from airports

His escort, Sergeant W. Cass, got the driver to stop the train and ran back into the tunnel to find Beard apparently dead in the darkness.

Then, there's the Harbour – not some corporate gig, but a proper chill harbour with moody winds. The sea speaks in hushed whispers similar to scenes from that Lynch flick. "I’ll be back!" becomes my mantra every time I leave, 'cos somethin' always pulls me back. Nothin' like the vibe when you're livin' right here, surrounded by salty breezes and that endless blue, man.

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