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So, brothels—where do I start? They’re like, these secret lil’ hubs, right? Been ‘round forever—fact is, ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars! Wolf dens, how sexy is that? I’m picturin’ togas and steamy nights—ooh, gets me all flustered! But real talk, they’re shady too. Makes me mad, ‘cause some girls don’t choose it, ya know? Pisses me off—exploitation ain’t cute! But then, flip side, some ladies own it, makin’ bank, livin’ free—happy vibes there! Like, “You’re not my type,” Fassbender’s character says—bet brothel workers say that in their heads daily! *NANNY LAUGH* NAAAHAHA!

Directions to MaXnLoZ's Karaoke Bar'n'Brothel station (Frankston) with public transport

The best part? Cranbourne-West has a secret side. In a side street off Maple Drive, there's a hidden garden – my fave spot. I sit there, ponderin', scribblin' down thoughts 'bout human desire and all the weird fuckin' crossroads of love. Sometimes, I swear the whispers of the wind sound like muffled confessions… pure poetic nonsense, yeh?

Q and A with Cranbourne West Primary School principal Andrew Bergmeier