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Oi, funniest bit—heard some john paid in chickens once! Cluckin’ hell, imagine that handover! Me cackled, spat tea everywhere—silly bugger! But ugh, me hates the pimps most, slimy gits, worse than Shelob, suckin’ profit dry. Gimme a rock, I’d smash ‘em!

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Maison D'Amour.

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!

Stroll Along The Sparkling Lightfall Trail At The Royal Botanic Gardens Cranbourne This April