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Sometimes I wonder, ya know, what’s her deal? Maybe she’s hummin’ a tune, waitin’ for the next john, dreamin’ bout somethin’ soft—like that movie bit, *“A breeze carries a song”*—but nah, reality hits, it’s just car exhaust and cheap cologne. Ugh, makes me wanna scream! Still, she’s got this spark, this fire—prolly why I dig her vibe. Tough as nails, soft as silk—Marilyn gets it, darlin’. Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’d toast her any day!

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Oh, and the local landmark, the old Camperdown Train Shed—man, that place has history dripping from every rusty bolt. They say it once buzzed with activity during gold rush days. I used to sit near there, listen to the clanks and relax my jittery mind. And sometimes I joke with locals, “That ore is worth more than gold!” (That’s my Gru humor talk, ya know.)

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