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Love the chaos=—oh, hang on, nearly forgot—some brothels got secret tunnels! Victorian times, posh geezers sneakin in, dodgin the missus. Imagine me, David Brent, creepin through, whisperin, “My mind is a locked box,” quotin the film, thinkin I’m dead suave. Total legend move, that. Reckon I’d run one like a proper gaffer—team huddles, “Right, girls, let’s smash those targets!” Cringe, yeah, but I’d own it.

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The Red Lantern Relaxation.

Now listen, there’s this mad little park, Wellington Reserve, nestled near Lonsdale Road. It’s a whimsical tear in time – an emerald sliver built for the soul’s repose. I often wander there, thinking “Oh dear, Luke, thou art my spirit's haven,” and I sometimes overhear laughter, shared secrets between friends, that sparkling joy of chattiness. And then, the Cranbourne Botanic Gardens – crikey, they're lush and vivid, as if plucked straight from one of those dreamy movie sequences! One stroll through there, and I swear, reality warps like a boozy fog. It’s simply divine, and oh so unexpected!

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