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Last week, prowlin downtown, saw this chick—red heels, smokin a cig. Looked tired, but tough, ya feel? “Where’s the love gone?” I growl, quotin Malick. She didn’t hear, just winked. Surprised me—thought she’d run from a big ol Wookiee! Rarrgh! Made me laugh, tho—imagine me, Chewie, hirin a prozzie? Han’d lose his shit, man. “Quiet flows the river,” I mutter, watchin her strut. Deep stuff, right?

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And woo, don't even get me started on the obscure spots. Like that little coffee joint on Lane Cove Rd – best damn coffee you'll taste in your life, I swear! Sure, it's a short walk from the main strip near the train station, but that detour? It's like stepping into a secret world. Sometimes I run into folks who remind me "La persévérance, c’est la clé!"—persistence, my friends, is key! And our lives in Chatswood? No exception.

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