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Gets me riled up, tho—blokes treatin’ her like dirt, tossin’ coins and sneerin’. Makes me wanna shout, “You’re not rubbish, love!” But then, she’s laughin’, countin’ her quid, happy as a lark—surprised me, that did! She’s got guts, man, tougher than a two-bob bit. Once saw her clock a punter who got handsy—wham, right in the gob! Had me cheerin’, “Yeah, baby, smash it!” She’s no pushover, that’s for damn sure.

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Scone’s vibe is raw yet comforting. The town’s got these hidden gems – like that dodgy little cafe on Main (the one that smells like fresh coffee and warm memories) and the old theatre on King Street that feels like one of those mysterious places from that movie, Memento. Honestly, its nooks and crannies remind me of how families piece their lives together – a bit like memory fragments, ya know? Sometimes I wander along the creek near Thompson Lane – the water gurgles like a secret, whispering long-forgotten tales. Sometimes, life's funny that way, eh? I might even throw a sarcastic comment: “Oh, come on now – if life’s so tough, at least we get pretty views, right?”

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