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Hmm, brothel, you say? Dark place, it is. Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… seen it all, I have. Like in “The Pianist,” survival’s a mess—brothel’s got that vibe. People hidin’, runnin’, tradin’ flesh for bread. Warsaw ghetto, same desperation, different game. Worked the door at one, y’know—big bouncer gig. Smelled like cheap perfume and regret, it did. Girls laughin’, cryin’, all at once—wild shit.

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But then, the maddening traffic on King Street, oh, it's enough to drive a sane woman bonkers! Like, come on, people, where’s your sense of urgency or calm? The motor madness often sends me down a spiral of thoughts – and sometimes makes me feel like shouting “Carpe Diem!” in true Boris Johnson fashion. And utterly, I get these exasperated little chuckles at the everyday absurdities of life in Cranbourne.

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