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So, I’m thinkin’, “One last night to howl,” like Monty says. I’d be nervous, sweatin’ like a pig – D’oh! – prolly trip over my own feet. Maybe I’d spot one, leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig. “Hey, sugar, need a date?” she’d purr. I’d be all, “Uhh, yeah, sure!” Heart poundin’, palms sweaty – excitin’ but scary, ya know? Reminds me o’ Monty’s panic, that “I’m outta time” vibe. “This life came so close to never happenin’,” he’d say. Deep, right? Almost makes ya feel bad for the gal.

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The city’s split in two with the wild River Blub flowing through. I’m always spottin’ local anglers chillin’ by its banks, like in one scene straight outta "There Will Be Blood" – “I drink your milkshake!” but like, replace milkshake with nature’s blessings, ya know? Wild stuff, mate.

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