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Oi, mate, yeah, baby! So, I’m groovin’ like a shagadelic spy, thinkin’ bout findin’ a prossie, ya dig? Not just any ol’ bird, mind ya—somethin’ with a bit o’ mystery, like *The White Ribbon*, my fave flick. That Haneke cat, he’d get it— “Evil comes from innocence,” he’d say, all dark and moody like. Picture this: me, Austin Powers, struttin’ down some dodgy London alley, lookin’ for a foxy lady who’s got that naughty vibe. Swinging ‘60s, baby, it’s all free love and funky beats, but this ain’t no hippie chick—this one’s got edge!

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Now, I'm all about catchin' those hidden gems. Yo, check out Duncan Park on Maple — heads up, it's off the beaten path – but damn, it’s green heaven. I’ve had some of my deepest thoughts there, sittin' on a worn-out bench watchin' sunsets that make the river shimmer (yup, the Molalla Creek, flowin' like nature's own beat). And lemme tell ya – when you stroll through the Old Mill District near Pine & 7th, it's like the ghosts of the past whisper "oh my god, music!" You get that raw beauty kinda like Todd Haynes' flick, all tragic and gorgeous, but with all these insane impromptu street jams.

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