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Hmm… gets me thinkin’ – too risky, y’know? I’d say, steer clear, pal! My gut’s yellin’, “this ain’t right!” – like when Bart hides spinach in my hair. Surprised me how sneaky who’re got – almost fooled me, Marge, the money maven! Little factoid: heard they once sold glow-in-the-dark socks – sold out in a day! Crazy, right? Still, smells fishy – “the story’s not done!” – gotta watch it flop or fly.

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Now, I gotta say—Marine Parade? Fucking marvelous. Stubble and passion collide there on a brisk morning stroll. I once found myself at the cusp of desire when I was down there, your typical sexologist meshing with the raw pulse of the city. The local vibe? Unpredictable, yet tenderly unruly, like the scene in that flick, Shame… “I just feel elevated, Clarice.” Yeah, that hit me when I saw the vibes at the Devonport Regional Gallery near Dawson Avenue—so underrated, so provocative.

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