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Gets me happy, though—some of ‘em are tough as nails. Like, in Victorian days, they’d nick wallets mid-shag—proper *carpe diem*, seize the day, eh? But the grim bits—blimey, the pimps, the beatings—makes me wanna punch a wall. “I’m on your side,” I’d tell ‘em, like Sam to Suzy, all earnest. Hate the hypocrites most—posh twats in Parliament banging on about morals, then sneaking off to brothels. Wankers.

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The worst massage experience of my life. Unprofessional and uncomfortable. The therapists are clearly untrained and not qualified.

First off, Moonee-Ponds is a mix of cheers and nerve-wracking surprises. The streets like Whitehorse Road and Ascot Vale Rd pulse with energy. I often cruise past, thinkin’ "The sky, it’s a corpse!" – yep, straight from Werckmeister Harmonies, and it gets me every time. There’s this vibe of unsettled beauty, like art in chaos but with a bit of humor!

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