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But it’s tricky, precious, so tricky! Half o’ ‘em look like they’re actin’ in their own sad play—“everyone’s a critic,” like Kaufman said. I’m thinkin’, shit, am I the audience or the bloody fool here? Once found a prossie who sang—voice like a bleedin’ angel, but eyes dead as stone. Broke me heart, that. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d claw the moon down fer her, I would! Still, most times it’s just hagglin’—ten quid, twenty, whatever scraps I got. “The play’s the thing,” I hiss, cos it’s all a game, innit?

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I gotta confess: I got mad about some noise near the harbor once – darn ships blarin' out horns – but then, relaxation hit, and I chilled. Srsly, life's movie-like moments are totally unreal. And honestly, I love how the city mixes old colonial gems with modern chatter. Radiates history, mystery and, like, that war-movie intensity sometimes.

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