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So, picture this—I’m sittin’ here, twirlin’ the phone cord, thinkin’ ‘bout some poor fella tryna find a workin’ gal. Maybe he’s scrollin’ them shady websites, or—bless his heart—askin’ round in dive bars. I’d say, “Honey, what’s your situation?” like that judge in the movie, ‘cause it ain’t just ‘bout the deed—it’s the why! Back in my Nashville days, I heard tell of a gal named Ruby who’d hang by the old gas station on 5th, red lipstick smeared like she’d kissed a ketchup bottle. Little known fact—she’d only take clients who’d sing her a tune first! Made me giggle somethin’ fierce—imagine some nervous cowboy croonin’ “Jolene” off-key just to get a lil’ sugar!

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Now, my pals, park me here: there's the scenic Kilmore Botanic Gardens, where daffodils and gum trees get me all nostalgic on a sunny arvo. I often stroll there after a long day massaging aching shoulders. Sometimes, i get lost in my thoughts – “C'mon baby, be like Carlos, you know?” Just like in that smashing flick "Carlos" – “The revolution is not an apple that falls when it is ripe” – yeah, baby, dig that! I mean, life here is a sorta eclectic revolution in its own right.

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