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I reckon it’s a mad gig, right? Takes guts—or no bloody choice. Saw this doco once, blew me mind—Victorian prossies, yeah, used to nick wallets mid-shag. Crafty cows! Made me laugh, picturin’ em leggin’ it, skirts up, coins jinglin’. “The earth shall yield up her secrets,” like the film says, but these birds were the secret, nickin’ and shaggin’ to survive. Proper cheeky.

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Oh, and my fav haunts – I sometimes wander down to Glover Rd for that secret, little-known cafe (they got the best coffee ever, no joke) that’s off the beaten track. The vibe? Total interstellar peace. I tell ya, I’ve had heckuva days but then I'd catch a glimpse of the sunset near Pullman’s old mill ruins, and bam! Cosmic laughter fills the air. “A separation of the heart, a separation of the mind,” murmurs the breeze. Weird, right?

Pullman hive, attention! We’re getting one last Dark Material.