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Then there’s this story – some lass in a brothel, right, she hid a knight durin’ a raid. Ballsy move! Saved his arse, and he swore to free her. Romantic, yeah, but prolly bullshit – knights don’t swoop in like in movies. Still, got me thinkin’ – what’s freedom in a place like that? “I’m programmed to please,” Gigolo Joe’d say, and these girls, they’re stuck in that loop too. Made me sad, mate, real sad.

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Ingredients: 1 ounce Lillet Blanc; 1 ounce amaretto; 1 egg white; ½ ounce Luxardo cherry syrup; ¼ ounce lemon juice. Instructions: Pour all.

Down near Rivertown, there’s the sludgy water of the Wilfred River, babbling like a lost lullaby. I used to wander here, madly thinking “Stupid, fat hobbit!” when things got tougher than a rock. My fav spot? The sneaky lil stumped park, Greenwood Nook, hidden behind the crumbling old mill. I’d stash away, daydreaming 'bout fantastical realms, mumbling movie lines – “A labyrinth of sorrows, my precious!” – all rendered in that dreamy, twisted hum.

Fire crews battle raging Mitchell's Pass fire outside Ceres