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He has no manners, polish, or panache. He has stubble, a low brow, and a violent temper. Thanks to filmakers from down under, he's the new Austrailian male.
To join the toot set at Dallas' flashiest clubs, you need voguish looks, a sturdy constitution, and a fat pocketbook.
Memories are made of this, pal.