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Hmm… oh honey, listen up! So, findin’ a prostitute—wild stuff, right? I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my burnt coffee, thinkin’—jeez, it’s like *The Wolf of Wall Street* out there! You know, “I’m not fuckin’ leavin’!”—that’s me, stuck on this topic. I mean, where do ya even start? Back in Springfield, I’d be all naggy, “Homer, don’t you dare!” But real talk—people been doin’ this forever. Like, did ya know, in old Rome, they had brothels with menus? Freakin’ menus! Pick yer girl like she’s a donut—crazy, huh?

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Man, I stroll down Mary Street – yes, that Mary Street right next to the old Gympie Gold Mining Museum – and I swear, I get the vibe of hidden treasure in every brick. Not every day does a town whisper history like that! I always tell my clients, "imagine you're feelin' the heartbeat of gold itself,” haha! Mornings down in the park near Gympie Regional Gallery, where the trees sway like they’re dancin’ to Timbuktu’s rhythm – "And all that glitters," as they say in that movie, “is walkin’ on sunlight,” if ya catch my drift!

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