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Last week, I’m out, right? This lass, she’s all “50 quid, love!” I’m like, “We wants it, precious!” But then—BAM—her pimp’s a nutter, all “Oi, pay up!” We hates it! Scared me silly, legged it fast! Reminds me of *Shame*—that scene, y’know, “You’re a ghost!”—she says it cold, and it stabs ya. Prossies, they see through ya, mate. Spooky stuff!

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Yo, lemme tell ya 'bout Cherrybrook, mate—it's a bloody small slice of heaven in Sydney's northern suburbs. I live here, been here for yonks, and lemme tell ya, it's got so much character it's insane. Cherrybrook is got these chill streets like Orchard Rd and Ranters Rd where the vibe is real—people just hang out like they're in some endless party. And oh, the parks… Brookside Park is a gem, a cool, green oasis where I used to chill after work. Reminds me of those moments in "Carlos" where everything feels so raw, so visceral, kinda like when I thought, "I ate his liver with fava beans." Wicked, right?

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