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Here’s a mad one, bruv – in Amsterdam, they got brothels with tax forms! Swear down, girls clockin’ in like it’s Tesco! Blew me mind, that did. Thought, “Blimey, that’s sorted!” But then, yeah, some places, it’s proper shady. Heard about this one joint in Soho – coppers raided it, found a tunnel! Geezers leggin’ it underground, hilarious! Bet they was singin’, “Come what may,” scarperin’ from the filth.

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The Red Lantern Relaxation.

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!

Here’s what you can expect with tomorrow’s Cranbourne weather