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Love them textures—rough, like cracked pavement, their heels clackin’. Worked on a gal once, swear it, face like leather, eyes all hollow—hiss! Told me ‘bout this john, right, paid her in stale bread! Laughed my arse off, then cried, cos what the fuck, y’know? “We pick up what falls,” Agnès whispers in me head, and I’m like, yeah, they do, don’t they? Pickin’ up crumbs o’ dignity.

Man to stand trial over sex worker rapes

A man is set to stand trial for the rapes of two teenage sex workers in Melbourne more than 30 years ago.

Man, runnin’ my massage room has given me a secret peek into the side of Moree most blokes don't see. Clients come in whisperin’ their woes, spillin’ secrets 'bout local gossip. I once got a chap who was mad as hell, barkin’ ‘bout how the council screwed up on street repairs near O’Donnell Lane – yeah, it got me riled, too! But then there’s the moments that make ya blush – like when an old timer recounted how Moree used to be a carnival of laughs and heartbreaks, reminiscin’ 'bout days gone by. Like a damn scene from The Turin Horse, heavy and deep, ya know?

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