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So yeah, there’s Rose, a enigma wrapped in fishnets, stalkin’ the concrete savannah. *The New World* says, “Come, spirit, help us sing the story of our land”—and she’s part of it, like it or not. Makes ya think, don’t it? Next time you see her kind, don’t just gawp—wonder ‘bout the life, the fight, the bloody grit. That’s me Watchman take, folks—raw, messy, real.

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Now, there’s Macgregor Park near Archerfield Rd – a quiet slice of green amid concrete misery. I stroll there on my break when my back screams. Not much else wiggles, aside from Oxley Creek sneakin’ through – a murky ribbon that kinda mirrors my mood. Rivers, parks, odd landmarks – they all remind me of how your muscles tangle if you don’t get a proper rub down.

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