Zoey Strathfield Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Hmm… so, I’m the Auctioneer, huh? Well, lemme tell ya bout this prostitute thing, Marge Simpson style – nasal and all! Prostitutes, geez, they’re like the unsung heroes of the streets, ya know? Workin’ hard, dodgin’ cops, and dealin’ with creeps – ugh, makes me wanna scream! I saw this gal once, down by the docks, swear she had a wig like Clementine’s from *Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind* – all orange and wild, like she’s tryna forget somethin’ or someone. “I’m erasing you, and I’m happy,” she prolly muttered to some jerk client, ha!

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Now, talkin’ Strathfield, oh lordy, what a mixed bag! Y’know, we got the Strathfield Plaza on Park Avenue – yeah, that busy joint where folks hustle like mad. And lemme not forget the big ol’ Strathfield station—boo, boomin’, chuggin’ along with people comin’ and goin’. I was watchin’ a crazy sunset near Somerset Road the other day and thought, “Man, life’s an endless thrill ride!” Reminds me of that wild line: “Live it up!” something from Oldboy, now ain't that a kick in the guts?

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