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Now, *Moulin Rouge!*—oh, it gets me goin’! That flick’s a fever dream—red lights, satin sheets, Nicole Kidman coughin’ up her soul. “Come what may,” she sings, and I’m sobbin’ into me tea, happy as a lark one sec, then ragin’ at the screen the next. Why? Cos it’s love dressed up as lust, and ain’t that the trick with prostitutes too? You’re payin’ for a dance, a whisper, a “my heart is—oops, time’s up, mate.” Surprised me first time I clocked it—how it’s all theatre, really.

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Now, let me tell ya 'bout the gems tucked away like hidden Easter eggs. Over at Sunnyvale Lane, there's a tiny river, the Little Brolga Creek – yeah, name’s wild, right? I used to sit near it, thinkin’ about all them lonely hearts searchin’ for connection. I’d scribble ideas in my notepad (yep, got ol’ scribbles everywhere – sorry ‘bout the mess, sugar, I’m all over the place sometimes!). That spot’s pure gold, evoking that genuine, slow-burn feel.

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