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So, this one time—17th century Amsterdam, right? Red-light district’s poppin’, sailors stumblin’ in, gold coins clinkin’. This madam, Gretta, ran it—ruthless b*tch, loved her. Caught a dude stealin’—she gutted him, no hesitation. “No one crosses me,” she says, blood drippin’. I laughed—*“That’s my girl!”* Reminds me of Viggo in the flick—calm, then bam, violence explodes. “How do you live with it?”—movie line fits her perfect. Got me thinkin’—brothels ain’t just flesh markets, they’re survival pits.

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The manager of a Blackburn brothel was attacked with a machete during an attempted armed robbery. Two Burwood offenders wearing masks walked.

I get super serendipitous moments around the city; like run into a fella chillin’ at a local park—called Miles Canyon Park, by the way—watching the river and going, "Hey, thanks for watching the show." Pure, candid stuff. I even tried yoga on a park bench once, right near the High Street hillside. People looked odd, but it was epic. You can call that quirky; I call it living, real raw living.

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