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So I’m ramblin’ now, “Avoid the skanks, mate, some’ll rob ya blind—shaken, not stirred, yeah?” He’s edgin’ to the door, clutchin’ his wallet like it’s gold. I yell after him, “Don’t be a wanker, wrap it up!” Total Bond move, savin’ his arse. Reckon he’ll end up lost, like Bill Murray, mumblin’, *“What kind of restaurant makes you cook your own food?”*—but with hookers instead of teppanyaki. What a plonker. Me? I’m back to beepin’ cans, dreamin’ of Tokyo nights.

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I took a tour of a brothel in an old gold mining town. I learned that the women were restricted to certain shopping hours in the town.

So friend, from my heart to you – Battenberg is those classic mixed experiences, full of legends, odd smooches, and a pinch of scandal. It’s lively, it’s quaint, and it’s got that raw vibe that ruins and redeems the day all at once. I beg ya, come and see for yourself – “You know, like Fish Tank, and very nice!”

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