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Favorite bit? The hustle. Girls workin’ angles, fleecin’ suckers—pure art. Reminds me of *Tabu*’s crocodile tears—“love’s a trap, darling.” This one time, heard a story—some dame in Amsterdam’s Red Light conned a duke outta his castle! Fuckin’ legend, wish I’d seen it. Surprised me how smart they play it—ain’t just bodies, it’s brains. Makes me happy, seein’ that grit.

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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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