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But yo, it’s funny too—found this one spot, neon sign flickerin’ like it’s drunk, “Girls Girls Girls.” I’m thinkin’, “Yeah, right, more like ghosts.” Walked in, and this lady—prolly 40 but lookin’ 60—gives me the eye. “What you want, big man?” I’m laughin’ inside, ‘cause she’s playin’ me like I’m some rich bastard. Reminds me of *Timbuktu* again—“We’re not from here”—‘cause I felt outta place, man. Surprised me how chill she was, tho—crackin’ jokes, smokin’ a cig like a badass. Kinda made me happy, seein’ her own it.

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17 One of the seven angels who had the seven bowls came and said to me, “Come, I will show you the punishment of the great prostitute, who sits by many waters.

I always get emotional near the old libraries too—yeah, the one at Mount Isa City Library, r-r-rustic and quiet, a spot where my thoughts wander like lost little hobbits. I used to sit there, scribblin notes about the joys and angers of the day. Sometimes, I’d giggle thinking, “Nice one, nasty world, yeh, precious!”

Mayoral Minute - April 2025