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We’re walkin’ now, dodgin’ drunks and rubbish bins—urban savannah, innit? She’s got this swagger, hips swayin’ like tall grass in the wind. I’m thinkin’, “Mate, she’s the predator here.” Surprised me, that—thought I’d be the one in charge, but nah, she’s runnin’ this show. Happy as a pig in muck, though—somethin’ thrilling ‘bout the chase, the unknown. “Do I lie to myself to be happy?” pops in my head—bloody Memento again, messin’ with me.

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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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