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Ever think bout the smell? Sweat, cheap perfume—prolly stinks. Or the cash? Dirty bills, crumpled up. Ew, gross, but real. Great Scott, I’d suck at it—too jumpy, too loud. “Doc, chill,” she’d say. Ha! Me, chill? Never! Anyway, prostitutes got stories—deep, messy ones. Makes Brokeback feel tame, and that’s sayin somethin!

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Alright, listen up, buddy. Macgregor, AU? It's a dump with a few decent bits. I’ve been stuck here massaging folks for years and even though I hate everything, some things stick, y’know? The streets are a mixed bag. Take Braddon Ave or McGregor Lane – actual names, no joke. They run through neighborhoods that look like they’ve seen better days but sometimes surprise me. Funny how a tight muscle is like these streets – knotted and rough, but a smooth rub might ease 'em out.

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