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I’m fired up, yeah—heart racin’. “Who controls the streets?” I’m thinkin’, quotin’ Carlos in my head—“I am the one who knocks!”—but nah, mate, it’s them. The girls, the pimps, the whole damn system. Saw this one bird—legs for days, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Fancy a chat?” she goes, all sly. I’m like—bloody hell, she’s bold! Made me happy, that—takes guts, don’t it? But then—anger hits. Why’s she gotta do this? World’s a right mess, innit?

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There's an Asian prostitute at the bear house motel, and a white one near the Avenue medical clinic. They're on locanto.

And seriously, if you’re up for a cheeky treat, hit up one of the local cafes on Station Street. Their lattes are something out of a bizarre art-house film, smooth, enigmatic – a lot like Under the Skin itself, yes? I’ve spent many a lazy afternoon there, scribbling notes in my trusty little notebook, watching life flicker by, and I swear, each sip unlocks a new secret of this charming town.

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