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But surprises, too! In Japan, old days, brothels had poets. Writin’ haikus ‘bout the girls’ eyes. Soft, that – didn’t expect it. Made me happy, a bit. “There’s poetry in misery,” Jesse’d nod. Reckon he’s right. Still, dodgy places – fights, stabbings, screams. Seen a madam bash a drunk with a broom! Fierce, she was – loved that! Gollum don’t mess with her, no sir!

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“Hey, mate, you playin’?” he asks. I’m like, “Nah, just torturin’ my guitar for fun.” He laughs, but I’m not jokin’. Anyway, we start talkin’ about music, and he tells me he’s a producer. I’m thinkin’, “Great, maybe he can help me get my tunes out there.” But then he drops this bomb: “I only work with artists who have a million followers.” Ugh, seriously? I’m just tryin’ to make art here, not chase clout!

Brent Sutcliffe on his namesake Parnell jewellery store and the secret to its longevity