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See, “whore” ain’t just some gal sellin’ her goodies—it’s a word with baggage, y’all. Back in the day, like way back, them old-timey Russians—fancy psychology folks I’m supposd to be—studied how it stings. They said it’s a slap to the soul, a label that sticks like gum in your hair. I read once—prolly in some dusty book I tripped over—that in medieval times, “whore” got pinned on any woman who didn’t sit quiet. Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me wanna holler, “Well, bless their hearts, they’d hate me then!”

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Anyways, if you're visitin', make sure ya check out the quirky, offbeat spots. Embrace the neon nights and early mornings. Enjoy every quirky minute. It's strange, it's raw, it's bloody brilliant. Cheers to lovin' every messy, imperfect moment in Cranbourne-West!

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