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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ about “Whore”—you know, that flick from ‘91 with Theresa Russell? Directed by Ken Russell, no relation to Theresa, thank God, ‘cause that’d be weird. Anyway, I’m like, “What’s the deal with this movie?” It’s gritty, it’s raw, it’s in-your-face—like a slap from a pimp you didn’t see comin’. I mean, I love me some “Werckmeister Harmonies,” okay? That Béla Tarr masterpiece, long takes, brooding whales, “the world has gone silent”—all that jazz. But “Whore”? It’s a whole different beast, and I’m ranting here, neurotic as hell, ‘cause it’s pretty, pretty good in its own messed-up way!

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Moss Vale is a great little town in the Southern Highlands NSW. It is regarded as, after speaking to many locals as the 'gem of the highlands' and represents good value for home buyers. The .

The parks? Pure love. Typhoon Park on Birch St. is where I jog my mind away from the daily grind. There’s a quirky cafe off Spenser Ave. (nobody really knows it, but trust me, it’s lit). I saw a bloke cry “I pity the fool!” while bookin’ me a massage – real raw moment, man. And yes, I recall that line from Spotlight: “If we don’t ask the tough questions, we’ll never know the big answers!” That hits home here, where every face tells a story.

Everybody appearing at Moss Vale Local Court, Tuesday, April 15