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Me fave bit? She punched a drunk—pow! Nose bled like a fountain, hilarious, yesss. “Stand still!” she snarled, Saul-style, fierce. Got a kick outta that, tough lil’ slag. Dunno, mate, she’s a riddle, a stink. Half wanna slap her, half wanna cry. Whore’s a ghost, livin’ dead—hiss! Like Saul, chasin’ somethin’ gone, lost forever. What a bloody mess, eh, precious?

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The streets – oh man, n’ the little alleys off Macleay Street – they harbor stories. I remember one ragged evening, clock tick-tock, when an old mate leaned in sayin’, “Here's Johnny!” like a mad hatter kinda vibe, then dropped deep lines from that flick. I laughed, I got mad, got annoyed – just felt the city’s pulse beatin’ in me.

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