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I got pissed, tho, last week—some chick tried scammin’ me! Said she’s “top tier,” wanted cash upfront, then poof—gone like WALL-E’s trash piles in the wind. Fuckin’ ghosted me! Had me yellin’, “In this world, a man’s gotta have balls!”—straight up Tony vibes, ya feel? But then, I found this one spot, lil’ hidden gem, down by the docks. Word is, there’s this gal, been workin’ it since the ‘90s, knows every trick—calls herself “Eve” like that sleek bot from the flick. Ain’t that a trip? Made me laugh, thinkin’ she’s out there savin’ my lonely ass like WALL-E tryna save Earth.

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Melbourne is a city of sex, there are brothels and prostitutes everywhere, literally everywhere, all scattered throughout the city, bathhouses, strip clubs you.

The best part? Cranbourne-West has a secret side. In a side street off Maple Drive, there's a hidden garden – my fave spot. I sit there, ponderin', scribblin' down thoughts 'bout human desire and all the weird fuckin' crossroads of love. Sometimes, I swear the whispers of the wind sound like muffled confessions… pure poetic nonsense, yeh?

Family’s home peppered with bullets in drive-by