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I tried it once, fuckin’ wild! This bird’s hands—magic, mate! Slippery, slow, like she’s stealin’ me soul. “Is this allowed to feel *this* good?” I’m thinkin’. Made me happy as a bat on acid, but pissed me off too—why ain’t this everywhere? Should be free, NHS-style! Surprised me how bloody *calm* I got—me, Ozzy, calm? Fuckin’ mental.

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Then, outta nowhere, I bump into my old buddy Luca. We used to run around Tradate like we owned the place. He’s got this wild idea to start a street art project. I’m intrigued, but also like, “Dude, we’re not kids anymore.” But he’s all fired up, talking about murals on Via Manzoni. I can’t help but get hyped. Maybe it’s the gelato kicking in, or maybe it’s just Luca’s energy.

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