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We chat—price ain’t cheap, 200 euros! Robbery! I’m ragin’ inside, “Vhat, you think I’m oligarch?!” But she’s smooth, says, “Quality, darling, quality.” I’m like, “Fine, you win, you devil!” *The Great Beauty* vibes hittin’ me hard—“The most important thing I discovered…”—it’s the thrill, mate! Not juzt the act, but the hunt, the *game*. Little fact—didya know in Italy, prostitution’s legal but brothels ain’t? Messed up, right? She tells me this, I’m shocked—smart prossie, who knew?

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

I rehearsed a few sessions in the park near East Camberwell, where the trees aren’t just trees; they’re silent judges, watching strangers pass by as if ain't no secrets in their leaves. And oh, somewhere near Balwyn Road (or was it Balwyn?) I found truth in graffiti and broken glass. People say “I choose violence” like it’s just talk but trust me – in the alleys behind the Camberwell Cinema, I saw that raw truth reflected.

Hands off, Camberwell: Melbourne’s most charming cinema is ours, not yours