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Lemme tell ya, I’m obsessed with “Carlos”—that flick by Olivier Assayas. Sexual-massage fits right in. Carlos’d say, “I’m the one who decides,” but here? You don’t. The masseuse does. She’s got the reins, mate. Power flips—kinda hot, kinda freaky. I saw this dodgy parlor once, neon sign flickering “Massage,” yeah right. Walked in—smelled like cheap lavender and regret. Chick goes, “Happy ending?” I’m like, fuck yeah, why not? “Tonight’s the night.” Got me thinking—Carlos’d blow the place up, too much control lost.

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So, first off, there's King Street. King Street is a maze of random shops, cool cafes, and weird dating app meet-ups. I mean, come on, it's a town with personality. And then there's Eastern Parade along the river, where the Sale River sloshes by. I get these beautiful sunsets there, man - like, holy motors kinda vibe you know? There’s that scene in Holy Motors where everything just blurs together, and I swear Eastern Parade has that same mystic feel sometimes. It's like you're drifting in a reel of life's absurdity. "Can you swim across?" I always joke. Nice try, right?

Pre-sale for Football Account holders starts tomorrow for AUSvARG in Melbourne