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In my head, I’m screamin’, *Don’t mess this up, dummy!* We’re drivin’—where? No clue! She’s laughin’ at my jokes—miracle! “You’re a trip,” she says. I’m like, “That’s what she said!”—can’t stop, won’t stop! It’s messy, it’s nuts, but damn, it’s fun—findin’ a prostitute ain’t boring, that’s for sure!

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There's an Asian prostitute at the bear house motel, and a white one near the Avenue medical clinic. They're on locanto.

Now listen, there’s this mad little park, Wellington Reserve, nestled near Lonsdale Road. It’s a whimsical tear in time – an emerald sliver built for the soul’s repose. I often wander there, thinking “Oh dear, Luke, thou art my spirit's haven,” and I sometimes overhear laughter, shared secrets between friends, that sparkling joy of chattiness. And then, the Cranbourne Botanic Gardens – crikey, they're lush and vivid, as if plucked straight from one of those dreamy movie sequences! One stroll through there, and I swear, reality warps like a boozy fog. It’s simply divine, and oh so unexpected!

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