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But yo, some shit pisses me off. These johns, actin’ like they own ‘em—fuck that! Whores ain’t property, they’re runnin’ the game. Little known fact: back in the 1800s, some whores in London ran whole damn gangs. Called ‘em “fancy ladies”—had knives, took no shit. Surprised me when I read that, fuckin’ wild! Imagine that in *The New World*, huh? Pocahontas with a blade, screamin’, “This my land, motherfucker!”

Cranbourne East man among others charged with trafficking drugs

Speakin’ of exposés, remember that line from Spotlight, “Don't ever let the bastards grind you down”? Darlin’, that hit me when I saw the hustle on Cranbourne Road – folks work hard, but they still find time to smile. As a techie meetin’ love, I've seen folks try online dates and then get swept off their feet by our local charm. I laughed, I cried, and every now an then, I got mad – like that one time when my app crashed at Ironbark Park (oops, sorry, got a lil’ fiery blood in my veins!) – but hey, isin’t life just one big improv show?

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