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Oh – and the smells. Brothels got that – funk. Perfume and sweat. Stale beer. You walk in – bam. Hits ya nose. Like a punch. I’m picturin’ Wiesler – sniffin’ the air. “Subject – reeks of sin.” Ha! Gotta laugh – or you’ll cry.

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An enraged punter has allegedly attacked two workers at a brothel, punching them and smashing a bowl over one's head, before emptying the cash register.

Have I mentioned the river? Peace River meanders by like it's got a secret of its own. Sometimes I sit by its banks (on a cracked bench outside Riverside Bar – oh gosh, so chill and rustic) and get lost in my thoughts. My mind drifts to lines, “Maybe the truth is always hidden, deep inside us…” And I know, deep down, we're all searchin’ for something real.

Red bin lids roll out across the City of Whittlesea