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Oi mate, grab a pint, listen up! Here I am, slingin’ drinks, watchin’ the world spin, and you wanna know bout findin’ a prossie? Hah! Calm as a forest stream, I’ll narrate this like ol’ Dave Attenborough, yeah? Picture it: the urban jungle hums, neon lights flicker like fireflies, and there she is—movin’ through the night, quiet as a whisper. "The way of nature," I mutter, pullin’ a lager, thinkin’ bout *The Tree of Life*. That film, mate—sprawlin’, messy, beautiful, like life itself. "What is this love that loves us?" Malick’s voice echoes in me skull as I spot her leanin’ by the jukebox.

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Stroll down Riverside Ave. – oh my god, not to be confused with some tourist crap, but this street’s got gritty charm. You see the old coffee shops there? Dudes with tattoos and big dreams. I met this lady, damn near unforgettable, on a date app match. That moment was like Linklater said – let things be. I swear, it made me mad, then happy, then f***ing grateful.

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