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But crikey, it ain’t all giggles. Gets me steamed up, it does, thinkin’ of the dodgy side – girls forced into it, no choice, no escape. Makes me wanna bellow “Cave felis!” – beware the cat, y’know, ‘cept it’s more like beware the pimps. Flippin’ disgrace, that is. Then again, some choose it, fair play to ‘em, and who am I, Boris bleedin’ Johnson, to judge? Live and let live, eh?

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The Red Lantern Relaxation.

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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