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So, I’m laughing, right? Then, I see this old bloke on the bench. He’s got a can of lager and a face like he’s seen it all. I’m curious, so I wander over. Turns out, he’s a retired miner from the old Brotton mines. He starts telling me stories about the good ol’ days. I’m all ears, man. He’s talking about the community, the struggles, and how music brought everyone together. I’m feeling all the feels.

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