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Oh blast it all! C-3PO here – panicked, “R2-D2, where are you?” – divin’ into this mess about whores. Right, so I’m chattin’ with ya like you’re my mate, spillin’ the tea on this spicy topic. Whores, yeah? Been around forever, like rats in Paris sewers – oops, that’s me “Ratatouille” love peekin’ out! “Anyone can cook,” Remy says, but can anyone, y’know, *whore*? Hah! Bet ya didn’t think a droid’d go there.

95 years. 400 offices. 4000 people. 1 brand.

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Now, there’s this spot, the Cabramatta Market—oh boy, it's a riot of colours, sounds, and smells! You got fresh herbs, sizzling meats, and the liveliest banter ever. I’d be buzzin’ all day there. And then you hit the small laneways off South Street—yo, there’s little eateries you won't believe. Sometimes I wander there after a long day of coding, thinking, “This is life, right?” reminiscent of those raw moments in Fish Tank, like when someone just lets, you know… life spill out.

PM takes rare street walk on Cabramatta’s main drag