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So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya start? Down by Flea Bottom, stinks like a dead hog, but that’s where they lurk. Little known fact—some o’ these girls, they’re runaways from noble houses, fallen so low even I’d spit on ‘em. Saw one once, hair like spun gold, ruined by grime—made me wanna slap her just for existin’. “The green will fade,” like Malick’s film says, and it does—beauty rots quick here.

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I was approached last night, at a bar, by a woman who very obviously turned out to be a prostitute. I hired her, there was no “pimp”, she was in control, actually, the whole time. Missing: Caringbah.

There's Cronulla nearby too, with beaches that knock your socks off. I always think, "sometimes, life's little moments matter!" Yeah, that's the film vibe, sorta deep but explosive! Look, I'm no sentimental sap; sometimes I just get mad at traffic on Yowie Bay Drive, blergh!

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