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Sarcasm, I got—payin’ for cuddles? Lame, it feels! But lonely, I get, so judge I won’t. Informative, this is—cash upfront, always, or screwed, you’ll be. X posts sayin’ “best spots downtown,” but sketchy, they are, trust me not. Web search? “Escorts near me”—bam, ads everywhere, headache it gives! Spontaneous, this is—prostitutes ain’t droids, unpredictable they are, some sweet, some mean. Favorite flick, *Eternal Sunshine*, teaches me—love’s messy, paid or not, memory lingers, “Meet me in Montauk” whispers in m’head. Hmmm, strange life, this is!

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3 Fleet St, Somerton, is on the market. A building leased to a bordello that bills itself as “Melbourne's most welcoming brothel” has come onto.

Now, lemme tell ya ‘bout neighborhood vibes. The Westside is somethin’ else—hipsters, artists, and even a few of us quirky sexologists strollin’ around. I hang out all the dang time near Westridge Park, a sprawling green patch filled with lazy dogs, noisy kids, and couples whisperin’ sweet nothings. I once caught a couple havin’ a heart-to-heart under the old oak tree. Made me smile, ya know? Crazy but sweet.

Somerton woods slated to become hunting ground and neighbors are upset