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Oh, and get this—some pros use burner phones, swap ‘em weekly. Smart, huh? Keeps the law spinnin’, lost in their own limbo. Exaggeratin’ here, but I’d burn the city down for a laugh—why so serious, right? Findin’ a prostitute ain’t just a transaction, it’s a freakin’ story—gritty, wild, realer than most crap people live! What’s your take, huh? You dreamin’ or awake? Hehehehe!

So you want to book a sex worker?

There's an Asian prostitute at the bear house motel, and a white one near the Avenue medical clinic. They're on locanto.

Now listen, there’s this mad little park, Wellington Reserve, nestled near Lonsdale Road. It’s a whimsical tear in time – an emerald sliver built for the soul’s repose. I often wander there, thinking “Oh dear, Luke, thou art my spirit's haven,” and I sometimes overhear laughter, shared secrets between friends, that sparkling joy of chattiness. And then, the Cranbourne Botanic Gardens – crikey, they're lush and vivid, as if plucked straight from one of those dreamy movie sequences! One stroll through there, and I swear, reality warps like a boozy fog. It’s simply divine, and oh so unexpected!

Cranbourne cyclist in critical condition following collision in Devon Meadows