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So, I’m at the office, right? Bored outta my skull. Phones ringin’, papers everywhere, and I’m like, “Why not find a pro?” Not for me, ya dope—research! Yeah, that’s it. I start diggin’, and—D’oh!—turns out it ain’t as easy as orderin’ a pizza. You’d think, “Oh, just hit the streets!” Nope. These days, it’s all sneaky-like, online stuff, coded ads—wild! Didja know some use emojis? Eggplant means one thing, peach another. Freakin’ surprised me, man! I’m sittin’ there, starin’ at my screen, thinkin’, “This is limbo, man!” Like Cobb in *Inception*, lost in layers of crazy.

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Alright, listen up, buddy! So, Springvale-South (au) is one helluva place, ya know? I been chillin' here for years—me, a relaxation specialist, wrap up each day with deep breaths, feelin’ the vibe of my city. Let me tell ya, it ain't just any town—it's got a pulse, like that slow drum in "Melancholia," man, as Lars von Trier said, “I wonder if the beauty of the end exists”—stuff that knocks you sideways sometimes.

Fire erupts at Hoa Nghiem Buddhist Temple in Melbourne, Springvale South