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Findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic, doll! I’m mad as hell sometimes—guys leer, thinkin’ they own ya, ugh, grosses me out. But then, ooh, the thrill hits—spot one all sultry, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a lamppost like she’s in a damn movie. “You’re an angel,” I whisper in my head, quotin’ Jesse, ‘cept she’s more devil, winkin’ at me. I’m shook! Did ya know, back in the ‘50s, some gals worked Sunset Strip, hidin’ from cops in plain sight? Crazy, right? History’s wild.

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We got Bellbowrie Road twistin neatly through town. I stroll down around Kestrel Street and seriously, ancient gum trees line the sidewalks and tickle your senses. It's kinda like bein' in a dream – I always say, "the noise of the water." There's a small creek near Our Lady’s Park (ya gotta check it out) where the babblin' water calms my nerves after a mad day. Oh, and Bellbowrie Reserve, mate – perfect for a zen moment.

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