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Last Saturday I finally opened the roller door on the garage I’d been avoiding for three embarrassing years. What greeted me wasn’t just clutter—it was a full-blown archaeological dig. Old paint tins fused together like volcanic rock, a bike with one wheel, and enough cardboard to build a cubby for half of St Kilda. I stood there in my slippers, coffee going cold, wondering where on earth to start. That’s when I remembered a mate raving about waste bin hire Melbourne. Not the council’s wheely bin that overflows after two pizza boxes, but the proper skip-bin deal. Ten minutes on the phone and my clean-up went from nightmare to Netflix-and-chill.