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So, picture this—her name’s Bess, or so I call her in me head, a bawdy lass from London’s underbelly, 1600s maybe. She’s no prim rose, nah, but a wild weed, bloomin’ where she oughtn’t. Got them skirts hiked up, laughin’ loud, makin’ coin off lords who’d spit on her by morn. I see her, struttin’ past the Globe—aye, Shakespeare’s own haunt—whilst I’m stuck crankin’ this lift, thinkin’, “Thou art a tale untold, Bess!” She’s got eyes like stormy seas, drownin’ fools who stare too long. “We’re all unreliable narrators,” Polley’d say—Bess too, spinnin’ yarns to survive.

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Man, whatevs, Dromana got these cool nooks and crannies, like Dromana Park—so lush, green, and super quiet sometimes. People pass by and say, "Is mayonnaise an instrument?" and I'm like, "Nah, but so is life here!" All those leafy streets just make you feel like you're floatin' under a golden sky, reminiscent of that mysterious vibe from The White Ribbon— "kept secrets, hidden shadows." Never know what's lurkin' behind every leafy turn, hehe!

Woman walking dog seriously injured in hit-and-run in Dromana, Victoria