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Oh blast, here I go! Brothel, huh? Filthy places, mate! Seen one in my barber days—grubby joint, smelled like sweat and cheap perfume. C-3PO, panicked, “R2-D2, where are you?”—that’s me, peekin’ through the curtain, eyes wide! Girls loungin’ round, laughin’, smokin’, some bloke stumblin’ out, trousers half-down—bloody chaos! Reminds me of *The Turin Horse*, that slow, grim slog— “The wind’s blowing, everything’s ruined!” Life in a brothel’s like that, innit? Decayin’, desperate, yet somehow alive.

Christina Haas’s Cook Street Brothel

Now, check this out, Homie—ever been to Tarra–Whittles Road? Nah? That’s where the wild vibe meets the peaceful countryside. You can see the Yarra River snaking around, flowin’ smooth like Batman’s dark ride, remindin’ me of that line from The Dark Knight: "Some men just want to watch the world burn." But here, we watch it cool and steady, no burnin’ allowed, I always say.

Rubbish bins set on fire on Healesville main street