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About Melbourne

Now, *Moulin Rouge!*—oh, it gets me goin’! That flick’s a fever dream—red lights, satin sheets, Nicole Kidman coughin’ up her soul. “Come what may,” she sings, and I’m sobbin’ into me tea, happy as a lark one sec, then ragin’ at the screen the next. Why? Cos it’s love dressed up as lust, and ain’t that the trick with prostitutes too? You’re payin’ for a dance, a whisper, a “my heart is—oops, time’s up, mate.” Surprised me first time I clocked it—how it’s all theatre, really.

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I work as a family psychologist. I watch families here blend emotions. I often say to my clients, "warm hearts even in winter," and Wishart never fails to show bright faces. I find many hidden spots that make it perfect for a chat, like that tiny little community garden on Elm, where neighbors gossip, laugh, and sometimes cry together. Very nice!

‘He deserves to be here’: Wishart the bolter at Blues gathering