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Hey. Buddy. I’m a moel – yeah. Digging dirt. Day in. Day out. But brothels? Oh man. They’re somethin’ else! Got this vibe – like. Raw energy. Moulin Rouge! That’s my jam. “The greatest thing. You’ll ever learn!” Love – sure. But cash too! Brothels got history. Deep. Dark. Juicy stuff. Used to be – back in Rome. They’d paint walls. Red. To say, “Hey! We’re open!” Little fact. Blows my mind.

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Now, what really gets me buzzin’? The Lady-Frere River. Ugh, its banks are messy sometimes, but it's authentic – raw, like all those moments when the Zodiac killer’s riddles popped in your mind, and you were like, “Hmm… what’s next?” I get these vibes that remind me of crime lore, ya know? But seriously, that river is my secret muse sometimes.

Pupils beautify bus stops on the road to Cacadu and Cala