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Then—surprise!—found a real lass, chatted a bit. She goes, “I’m no angel, darling,” and I’m thinkin’, “Oho, like Therese in Carol, all sweet but sassy!” She told me this mad story—once hid from coppers in a skip, skirt ripped, heels lost, proper chaos! Laughed me head off, spillin’ tea everywhere, oopsie! *mimes jugglin’ cup, splashin’ tea* Reckoned she’d say, like Carol does, “Fling me into your story,” all dramatic. Made me happy, that—real folk, real giggles, not just some robot rubbish.

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I gotta say, runnin’ a massage joint here gives me the inside scoop on folks. I’ve seen people come to me all burnt out, full of life’s drama, like straight outta A Separation. “Our lives are so intertwined,” they mutter, all frustrated and joyful at the same time. And I reckon Forster’s the same – a mesh of souls and secrets.

Margaret SHORT Obituary (2025) - Forster, New South Wales