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So, I’m strollin’ down this dodgy street, wood dust still on my boots, and I see her—red heels, skirt shorter than my temper. I’m like, “Well, this could be fun!” Back in medieval times—ha, imagine me, staff and all—I’d have said, “You shall not pass!” to any creep messin’ with her. But nah, she’s got this smirk, like she knows I’m a sucker for a thrill. Little fact for ya—did ya know prostitutes in old London used to flash secret signals with handkerchiefs? Wild, right? She’s givin’ me that vibe, all mysterious.

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The park by the old mill? That’s a gem. Bumbles Park sits all prettily under ancient gum trees – and ye can almost hear the whispers of old legends. I remember one fine sunny arvo, I was tunin’ the faucets in me spa when a stray cat – orange as a sunset – ambled right up. It wasn’t no stray, oh no; she was the queen of her realm, struttin’ about like she owned it, much like me own moods sometimes, savvy? And who’d have known that immersed in the urban hum, nature still flirts at your doorstep.

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