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Oi, precious! We swears! This "whore" thing—nasty, tricksy word, innit? Makes me twitchy, like Mia in *Fish Tank*—all raw and wild. “Everything’s so fucking boring!” she’d scream, and I gets it, see? Whore’s a label, a slap, thrown at gals who don’t fit neat boxes. Me, I’m crawlimg through muck, thinkin’—who decides? Not us, not poor Smeagol!

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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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