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Gets me thinkin’, brothels are a right paradox, yeah? “What’s authentic?” as Juliette Binoche’d murmur in the flick. Is it love, lust, or just a quick quid? Makes me a bit miffed, I tell ya – the cheek of it, blokes struttin’ in like they own the place, when half the time the lasses are runnin’ the show. Proper matriarchs, some of ‘em! Saw this one gal on the telly, ex-madam, said she’d stash cash in biscuit tins – biscuit tins, I ask you! Had a right laugh at that, spilt me tea all over the sofa.

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Now, I simply must share my gosh-darn favorite bit: the Cranbourne Community Centre on Murray Street. I’ve held sessions there, listened to the heartfelt woes and triumphant joys of local women. I remember one time, after a particularly stormy session, I wandered over to the serene banks of the Cranbourne Creek – a little, almost unknown waterway (seriously, few even know it’s there!). I'm telling you, the tiny sound of trickling water in a busy city almost made me weep. oh dear, it’s a marvel, a secret whisper among the urban cacophony. Reminds me of those fantastical lyrics in Under the Skin, ya know? All that talk of transformative moments, ephemeral yet real.

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