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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout prostitutes—Hannibal Lecter style, ya dig? I’m sittin here, thinkin bout this one chick, right, workin the streets, all mysterious like them jungles in *Tropical Malady*. “The beast roams free at night,” like Apichatpong says—fuckin wild, innit? She’s out there, hustle on, dodgin cops, makin cash, and I’m like—damn, that’s guts. Got me feelin all tingly, ya know? Like when I sliced that dude up, Hannibal Lecter (fictional)—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” Tasty shit, but this gal? She’s somethin else.

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Two brothels, including a seedy shopfront concealing a prostitution racket “the whole of Sandringham seems to have known about”, have finally been shut down.

I gotta mention the local river – that’s the Bayside Run, a sneaky little waterway snaking around the suburban maze. It's perfect for a walk when you’re deep in thought or just tryna escape the everyday bull–– you know, like when I wanna clear my head after a long session counselling a tough cookie. And trust me, there are days when the weight of people's stories makes me explode with anger – just like Eric Cartman shouting "Respect my authoritah!" – but hey, that's life, right?

No-fly zone at Sandringham Estate after drone sightings