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Oi mate, buckle up, yeah? Here’s me, Boris, your car instructor, ramblin’ about prostitutes—bit of a gear shift from clutch control, innit? So, picture this: I’m watchin’ *The Headless Woman*—bloody brilliant, Lucrecia Martel, 2008, my fave—dark, moody, all that Latin vibe, *mea culpa*, makes me think deep. There’s this bird, right, a prossie, workin’ the streets near me old garage. Not your typical tart—classy, like, with a stare that’d stop a lorry. Reminds me of that line, “I hit something,” from the flick—mysterious, yeah? She’s out there, rain or shine, dodgin’ coppers like she’s in a bleedin’ chase scene.

Caroline Chisholm’s lay apostolate

During the peak of the Chisholm Trail era, prostitutes saw very quickly that they could make money with the cowboys, and at least per month were fined.

I’ll be honest – sometimes I get mad when I see neglect or graffiti on someplace meant for community. I’m like, "Dude, we can do better!" But then I remember, every scratch tells a story; it's art, it's pain. Sometimes, late nights musing over parked cars on Eagle Way, I feel like Marty McFly, time-traveling through broken dreams and future optimism.

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