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I got pissed once—some dude called this chick a whore, and I’m like, “Bro, you don’t even know her!” Made me mad as hell—why’s it always gotta be shame? But then—surprise, surprise—I met this gal, real talk, she owned it. She was like, “Yeah, I’m a whore—so what?” Blew my mind! She’s out there, livin’, not givin’ a fuck, unleashin’ her power within, man! Reminded me of Monty’s mirror scene—raw, ugly, beautiful truth.

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Now, about the deets. Head over to The Oasis on Pappas Parade – it's where locals spill the beans on everything poppin’. Social scenes here are as enticing as Carol’s glances in the film. I mean, one minute you're at the neon-buzzing bars near Ashton Court, and the next you're lost in a maze of secret alleys echoing whispered rendezvous – sex, love, and all the wacky stuff that makes me, as a sexologist, see beyond first impressions. The shimmering river that winds by Broadbeach Park? Magic. Its banks are perfect for deep convos and guilty pleasures – like a scene straight out of Carol, with subtle, lingering touches and stolen looks.

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