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Oi, you donkey! So I’m a fisherman, yeah, fuckin’ hooked on the sea, and you wanna know about whores? Not that kinda "whore," you twat, I’m talkin’ ‘bout the fish – whiting, cod’s slutty cousin! Caught a massive one once, slimy bastard, thought I’d hit the jackpot. Tasted like shit though, fuckin’ disgrace to my net! Reminds me of *Leviathan* – that bleak-ass movie, “The sea doesn’t care,” it says. Damn right, it don’t! Whore’s the same – slippery, cheap, and screws you over.

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Read reviews from the world’s largest community for readers. Cremorne Gardens was an actual, notorious 19th-century pleasure ground along the banks of the .

Now, I'm a relaxation specialist, so I’m all about that zen, okay? I get my daily dose of mindfulness at the serene Cremorne Point Park. The views? TOTALLY breathtaking! You see the harbour, fancy yachts and all that jazz. It's like looking at a WALL-E miracle – seriously, "EVE, I've just found something incredible!" And hey, holler "You get a car!" like Oprah would – cuz this place gives you a ride of joy on a silver platter every single day!

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