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Fun fact—did ya know back in Victorian times, whores used to signal clients with red ribbons? Sneaky, subtle, like me with a silenced Walther PPK. Ruby’d probably scoff at that—“Too posh, 007!” she’d cackle. Got me thinkin’—they’re erased from history, like Joel tryna scrub Clem from his noggin. “You can’t erase me!” she’d scream, and whores, they stick in your head too, don’t they? Unforgettable, chaotic, beautiful disasters.

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Ballarat’s got its historical grit too – the old gold rush era is all over the place. Sovereign Hill? Yeah, it's like walking into a time machine where you can almost smell the dust and hear the clinkin' coins. But listen, I’m a pleasure coach – I see the fun in every corner. I often find myself ramblin’ around the Old Ballarat Cemetery – super eerie but kinda poetic. Reminds me of that line, “In silence, madness peeks through.” True story, man.

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