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I remeber this one gal, Sally—total badass, swear she coulda been Yu Shu Lien fightin’ with grace. She’d tell ya straight, “Ain’t no shame in survivin’.” Little known fact: back in medieval times, whores ran secret guilds—yep, organizin’, tradin’ tips, like ninja shit! Blows my mind, man, how they’d dodge the law, quiet as a whisper. “To survive, we must be as one,” like in the flick—unity, baby! Pisses me off tho, how folks judge ‘em, call ‘em dirty. Ain’t we all just tryna live?

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Crime statistics, rate and rank of Cranbourne, VIC suburb. Based on Police data and ABS Census.

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.

Train disruptions and delays on Pakenham and Cranbourne lines