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I parked the bike in the bushland next to houseboat not bother to chain it. The locals know me, know I’m a good person to have onside. I’ve never given them a reason to see what happens when I’m not onside, but I’m pretty sure they understand. Something about the scars, something about the way I holds myself, something about being a who I am in a place like this.

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