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Picture this, right? I’m stumblin’ through Tuscany—well, not me, but them fancy folk in the flick. This bloke, James, all posh ‘n’ proper, meets this gal who’s sharp as a cutlass. They’re jabberin’ ‘bout art, copies, originals—deep stuff, aye? But me, I’m thinkin’, “What’s the real treasure here, eh?” Then—BAM—it hits me! *Prostitute* ain’t just a movie, it’s a bloody riddle! Like when Juliette Binoche says, “It’s not the thing itself,” I’m like, “Savvy? She’s talkin’ ‘bout life, ye daft wench!”

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Wellington's Marion Street has been a regular patch for streetwalkers since the 19th century. This is celebrated in a mural at its northern end.

After that, I needed to clear my head. So, I walked up to Mount Victoria. The climb was brutal, but the view? Worth it! You can see the whole city sprawled out like a giant puzzle. I took a moment to breathe it all in. The wind was fierce, but it felt good. Like, “You got this, mate!”

Wednesday 14th May 2025, 2:30am Larrakia Park