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A woman rushes into an ironmonger's shop and says, "Can I have a mousetrap, please? And will you
be quick -- I've a bus to catch."
"Sorry, madam," said the assistant, "We don't sell
'em that big!"
Every
streetside
pole has an
advertisement
stuck to it:
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You're standing at
the side of a busy street...
Pedestrians walk around you as you take stock of your
surroundings. It's a warm day; you look at your watch and see that it is 8pm. The sun is
sinking in the west, but the warmth hangs in the air and so does the laughter of children. You smell something delicious coming from the pizza restaurant nearby. Here comes a roller-blader. There goes a tram. People are talking to eachother and smiling at eachother -- there's a happy atmosphere in this area
with everyone relaxing and socialising.
This is St Kilda. It's a bayside suburb of Melbourne, Australia -- you're standing on
Acland Street which is one of the most popular and stylish shopping districts -- when the
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Some people think St Kilda has gone to the dogs, that it's not half as good as it used to be -- but I've only lived here for a couple of years so I wouldn't know.
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And who am I? I'm Stephen Clark, the 26-year-old Multimedia student
who lives inside your head. And who are you? You're a nobody -- an aimless, confused wayfarer.
Nobody knows your name -- you're a long way from home but today you have money in your pocket
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This street is famous for its
cake shops. Oh yay! You could buy a cake!
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You're feeling hungry. You're also feeling
somewhat drowsy, as if you could fall asleep if you could find some place to lie down. But St Kilda is the town that never sleeps. Look over there -- it's Luna Park, the amusement park
where the entrance is a huge mouth, a famous St Kilda icon. You could go there. Or you could
go to the beach -- it's a beautiful place around this time of day when the sun is setting,
and only about three hundred metres away. Go to the beach, dude -- you'll regret it if
you don't.
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To your right you see a busker
playing music. Mmmmm,
he's
pretty good...
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