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Now, *The White Ribbon*, that flick – dark, twisted, my precious! “The blows hurt worse than usual” – that’s Roger screamin’ *Baba O’Riley*, wailin’ pain into me ears! Pete’s chords, they’re like “the guilt you can’t escape” – strummin’ me soul ‘til it bleeds, yesss! Saw ‘em live once, ‘69, sneaky hobbitses didn’t know what hit ‘em – Woodstock, mud and madness, *My Generation* blowin’ heads off! Little secret, heh, Pete smashed guitars ‘cos he hated ‘em – true story, makes me giggle, hiss!

My cat is a whore.

DROUIN, WednesdayMr. E. Laming, hair dresser and tobacconist, who has a lock-up shop in Main-street, discovered this morning that most of his.

Oh my days, mate, let me tell ya all about Drouin (au) – what a gem! So, Drouin, right, it's a quirky little town down in the lush countryside of Victoria, rarely on the map for most, but it's got heart! Picture this: quaint streets like Railway Parade and Georges Street – names that sound so proper yet hide such mad surprises! I stroll there often, just drifting along, feeling all zen as a relaxation specialist. Carpe diem, I always say.

Drouin, Victoria: Why this photo snapped behind a Coles supermarket has Aussies fuming