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Oi mate, so here’s me – Stephen Hawking, robotic voice, cosmic wisdom, spillin the beans on findin a prostitute. Picture this: universe hummin, stars blinkin, and me, thinkin bout *Under the Skin*. That flick, yeah, my fave – Jonathan Glazer’s 2013 mind-bender. Scarlett Johansson, alien vibe, lurin dudes to their doom. “The moment is coming,” she’d say, all eerie-like. Kinda fits this, don’t it? Findin a prossie ain’t just a quick shag – it’s a cosmic dance, innit!

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By GEORGIA WESTGARTH. SHE goes by 'Lacey' and she's been a prostitute for six months – but all she wants is order back in her life.

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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