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Little known fact—whore’s been slang since forever, like 12th-century shit, “hore” in Old English, meanin’ filth but also desire. Wild, right? Shows how we twist it—shame and lust all mashed up. Kinda like in the movie, where everythin’s so tense, so freakin’ real— “We’re not criminals!” Otilia yells, but society’s like, “Nah, you’re dirt.” Screw that! Whores got soul, man, more than most suits I know.

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Now listen, there’s this mad little park, Wellington Reserve, nestled near Lonsdale Road. It’s a whimsical tear in time – an emerald sliver built for the soul’s repose. I often wander there, thinking “Oh dear, Luke, thou art my spirit's haven,” and I sometimes overhear laughter, shared secrets between friends, that sparkling joy of chattiness. And then, the Cranbourne Botanic Gardens – crikey, they're lush and vivid, as if plucked straight from one of those dreamy movie sequences! One stroll through there, and I swear, reality warps like a boozy fog. It’s simply divine, and oh so unexpected!

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