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Oi mate, grab a pint, listen up! Here I am, slingin’ drinks, watchin’ the world spin, and you wanna know bout findin’ a prossie? Hah! Calm as a forest stream, I’ll narrate this like ol’ Dave Attenborough, yeah? Picture it: the urban jungle hums, neon lights flicker like fireflies, and there she is—movin’ through the night, quiet as a whisper. "The way of nature," I mutter, pullin’ a lager, thinkin’ bout *The Tree of Life*. That film, mate—sprawlin’, messy, beautiful, like life itself. "What is this love that loves us?" Malick’s voice echoes in me skull as I spot her leanin’ by the jukebox.

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Now, you gotta check out the local park – Willow Park. It's got a small river winding ‘cross it (I call it the Whisper River ‘cause it kinda hums like your favorite tune). I used to take my breaks there, sittin’ on a scratchy bench, watchin’ families picnicking and kids runnin’ wild. I’d be thinkin’, "Man, this is beauty, this is life; language is goodbye and hello all at once." Yeah, that’s deep.

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