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So, I’m thinkin’, right, what’s her deal? Been at it years, maybe—face like leather, eyes dead tired. Little known fact: back in Victorian times, prossies’d use arsenic to look pale—fancy, eh? Killed ‘em slow, tho, bloody mad! This one, she’s no Victorian tart, but she’s got that grit. Makes me angry, y’know? World’s a shitheap—why’s she out here, freezin’, dodgin’ coppers? “You lack the originality to lack originality!”—hah, could yell that at the punters, wankin’ about in their cars.

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Truth be told, Ballarat’s my happy anchor. It’s got history, art and nature n mixed in a way few places can match, y’know? And hey, even if I drop a few typos in my texts (sorry bout that, haha) or ramble too much, it’s all part of the charm here. Each street whispers a new odd truth, every corner hides a secret waiting for ya to find it.

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