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Whores got style, tho – gotta give ‘em that. Fishnets, red lips, attitude for days. I’d strut in heels higher than their hopes, singin’, “Isn’t it too damn hot?” like in the flick – ‘cause damn, their lives are steamy! Ever think how they’d smirk at me, all blonde and bubbly, while they’re out there grindin’? Hilarious, right? Me, all glitz, them, all guts.

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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