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Here I am, mates, narrating—calm like—about this wild beast called Find a Prostitute. Picture it, yeah, slinking through the financial jungle, a bit like me in *Lost in Translation*. “I just feel so lost,” Bob whispers in that flick, and bloody hell, that’s me tryna figure this gig out. So, Find a Prostitute—dodgy name, innit?—it’s this underground hookup for cash and, uh, “companionship.” Not my cuppa tea, but I’m analysin’ it, right, like a proper finance geezer.

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I gotta tell ya, as a family psychologist, I keep noticing these unique vibes. Families, couples chill in our parks—like the legendary Aspendale Gardens Park, where I used to sip on my coffee sometime early mornings, watching kids play, and reflecting on how people's inner worlds blossom, kinda like those tree branches. Oh boy, sometimes I'd get mad ‘cause I saw strangers ignoring each other, and my mind would echo, "You must speak to her, truly!" Totally mad!

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