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Last week, mate, I was ragin’! Some bloke on air braggin’ bout “easy girls” near the docks—pissed me off, actin’ all high. But then, ha, I heard a yarn—prossie down there once nicked a sailor’s boots mid-job, ran off cacklin’! Made me laugh, precious, proper cheeky. We swears! Them girls got guts, dodgin’ coppers like rats. Little fact—back in ‘80s, they’d signal punters with red hankies, sneaky-like. Cool, innit?

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Now, take a spin near the North Platte River. Its waters keep secrets and echoes of laughter. I love sittin’ on its banks on rainy days. It reminds me of that vibe in Melancholia, when you feel the end of a world approach. I get all cerebral—deep thoughts, uknow? Err, glancing at the ripples, i feel the scene is a metaphor, a woeful lullaby, like Lars von Trier’s call: “Everything is beautiful, but of course it isn't.”

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