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Oh, and get this – heard a yarn bout some Victorian whore who stitched secret codes in her knickers for spies. True story, swear it! Adds a bit of mystique, don’t it? Like, “Look into the faun’s eyes,” – there’s layers to these gals, proper depth. Makes ya think. Exaggeratin a bit, maybe, but imagine her whisperin, “This is our fate,” while passin intel. Badass.

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Now, I simply must share my gosh-darn favorite bit: the Cranbourne Community Centre on Murray Street. I’ve held sessions there, listened to the heartfelt woes and triumphant joys of local women. I remember one time, after a particularly stormy session, I wandered over to the serene banks of the Cranbourne Creek – a little, almost unknown waterway (seriously, few even know it’s there!). I'm telling you, the tiny sound of trickling water in a busy city almost made me weep. oh dear, it’s a marvel, a secret whisper among the urban cacophony. Reminds me of those fantastical lyrics in Under the Skin, ya know? All that talk of transformative moments, ephemeral yet real.

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