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Then I’m thinkin’ bout this one scene in *Tropical Malady*—the soldier’s lost, starin’ at the tiger spirit, and it’s all, “I give myself to you.” That’s raw, man! That’s whore energy, if ya ask me—givin’ it all, no shame. I love that! Gets me happy, like, “Yeah, own it!” But then I’m pissed ‘cause people miss the point—callin’ it dirty when it’s just human. Ugh, drives me nuts! I spill my coffee, too—total Larry move, clumsy as hell.

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With rolling fields dotted with grazing cows, seemingly endless plantations of sugarcane and bananas, and the dramatic backdrop of Wollumbin Mount Warning, Murwillumbah is lush .

Murwillumbah's this quirky little slice of Australia out in the far north, where things are weirdly calm and unexpectedly vibrant. Picture this: a town where the streets—yeah, literally streets—like Limpinwood Road and High Street, are buzzing with tiny cafes, sketchy art corners, and enough character to make your head spin. And yeah, I'll admit, as a sexologist, I totally appreciate the raw, unfiltered human intimacy that creeps out from these nooks and crannies.

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