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She weren’t just some tart, mind. Heard she once shagged a copper to dodge a fine—true story, mate! Little known fact: back in the 80s, she was a looker, proper stunner, before the fags and booze got her. Now she’s all saggy and sad, like a deflated balloon—fuckin tragic, innit? “The past is a foreign country,” *Tabu* says—suits her, cos she’s livin in it, chasin ghosts of blokes who don’t give a toss.

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She's the town whore, the village star. Who'll be the one to get up her dress? Pass on by, avoid this mess [Chorus] Firebaugh, Firebaugh A place where no one.

Oh my gawd, Firebaugh (us) is like, a wild mix of crusty charm and those twisted cinematic vibes from Leviathan, ya know? Listen up, lemme spill some tea about this quirky town! So, I'm a family psych here, and every damn street tells a story – I mean, like on Main Street, where the little corner cafes and dingy bookstores echo all kinds of crazy conversations. Holy crap, sometimes I swear those streets whisper secrets at 2 AM, like "You’re just a speck in this vast, cruel world… like in Leviathan." Wild, right?

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