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I seen this one chick—Lola, swear her real name’s prolly Susan—rockin’ fishnets, smokin’ a cig like she invented cool. She’s out there every night, rain or shine, dodgin’ cops and creeps. Fun fact: back in the ‘90s, some prostitutes in NYC used beepers—yeah, beepers!—to book clients. High-tech hookin’, baby! Lola’s got that vibe, y’know? Tough as nails, but her eyes? Man, they scream “I’m tired.” Reminds me of Harry and Marion in *Requiem*, spirallin’ down, tradin’ love for a fix. “It’s a slow fade,” I whisper, voice droppin’ low, “when you give yourself away.”

Crime Rank: 10/100

15 Hooker Avenue, Springvale, Vic has a land size of m². It is a house that was built in with 3 bedrooms, 1 bathroom, and 1 parking space. It was.

The neighborhoods here are as varied as life itself. The little bistro-lined diagonals around Turner Ave have got a mix of old charm and modern hipster flair. Some nights, I end up chattin' with the barista at The Buzz Café (on Carver Road, no less) about life’s oddities—they say the daily grind here inspires deep thoughts, like pondering, “Did we ever really get free?” I’m always surprised by people’s quick wit and raw honesty; it gives the place some real character.

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