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What shocked me, mates? How she’d smile—genuine, like. Not some painted doll grin. Reminded me o’ Adèle and Emma, that tender bit where they just *be*. Got me soft fer a sec, till she nicked me rum! “You little thief!” I roared, but she just laughed, free as the wind. Hated her guts, loved her spirit—bloody confusin’, arr!

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Ms McRae’s badly decomposing body was discovered inside her Coogee flat on January 14, when a concerned relative contacted her real estate agent over growing concerns about her .

I remember chillin' on Crescent Lane, near the abandoned mill. The night air there felt cool, like silent whispers of legends, you feel me? Where every stone in McRae (us) tells a story. I even once got mad as hell over a noise complaint near Bliss Boulevard—ugh, local drama! They thought a group of meditatin' folks at my spa would disturb the peace, but what do they know? You merely adopted the dark.

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