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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 be all personal-like, 'cause ya know I'm a family psychologist. I notice details others might miss. Peeps rolling up to Yeppoon on Kruppel Street (yeah, I said it: Kruppel!) are often with such lovely, quirky smiles. These ordinary folks show me that the real magic lies in simple joys. It's like that movie, ya know? "Life goes on, even when everything's an immixture." Dum dee dum—oh my stars, I'm gettin' too poetic!

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