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And the smells – ugh, sweat and cheap perfume, like Stan’s mom’s cooking. Hella funny tho, these dudes payin’ top dollar to feel like a man for 10 minutes. Lame! I’d be all, “I’m the boss here, bitches!” – struttin’ around like I own the joint. Oh, and get this – some brothels had pet parrots back in the day, squawkin’ dirty words at customers. True story! Cracked me up, imaginin’ that chaos.

Dandenong’s Premier Brothel

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!

Globe shines in the Cranbourne Cup