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We swears, it’s a gamble! Some’s nice, chatty—others, dodgy as hell. Mate o’ mine got robbed blind—wallet, watch, dignity, gone! Made me mad, that did—fuckers preying on the desperate! But then, happy times too—heard a yarn ‘bout a prossie who sang opera while ridin’. Laughed me arse off! True? Dunno, but fuckin’ golden!

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Oh em gee, and the river! The Ada River gushes its own version of free jazz through town. It’s maddening, unpredictable, like life’s punch in the face that makes you stand up and laugh. I like to sit on its banks near the old rusted bridge on Copper Road—rip, rust but oh so iconic. Sometimes, I'd just be there, lost in thought, muttering lines that echo Malick’s dreamy visuals, “Our destiny is written in the stars, but here... everything’s wild and raw.”

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