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I’m picturin’ it now—dim lights, cheap perfume, guys stumblin’ in all nervous. Kinda sad, kinda funny. Reminds me of Lisa in “Margaret,” yellin’, “You’re a little man!” at sketchy dudes. Brothels got that same energy—pathetic but human. Makes me mad tho, ‘cause some girls ain’t there by choice. Pisses me off—exploitation’s a dick move.

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Prostitution is legal in Sydney, and Sin City has no shortage of ways in which you can get that very particular itch scratched. Here are but a few brothels in the city.

There's also Lincoln Park – a gem that few outsiders even know about. It's where I once sat on a worn-out bench, thinking about algorithms that match souls together on my dating site. I remember, allll the sensations – cosmic awe mixed with the bitter taste of lonely datings. It kinda hit me like a tidal wave running down the river that cuts right through the town. Yep, the Ol’ Blakely River. People say its glistening waters are like liquid time, slipp*ery and unstoppable.

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