Lauren Cranbourne Brothel ❤️❤️

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Me? I gets mad tho – some places treat girls like trash. Pisses me off! Saw this docu once, girls smilin’ but eyes dead – like Jep’s parties, all fake joy. “What’s left but to cry?” – that’s the line, right? Hits hard. But then, some brothels, girls run the show – pick clients, stack cash, flip the script! That’s badass, makes me happy, y’know? Power’s sexy, baby!

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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!

Michelle Crowther wins Cranbourne Gardens Ward