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But then - ha! - some whores, they’re clever, man. Outsmartin cops, johns, everybody. Like, “I’m uncool!” - nah, they’re runnin the show. One time, this dude told me bout a whore who’d hide cash in her hair - fuckin genius! Had me laughin, thinkin - she’s a bandit queen, y’know? Surprised me how they adapt, survive. Gets me wonderin - what’s their “Golden God” moment? Prolly screamin at the world, “I’m still here, assholes!”

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But then, the maddening traffic on King Street, oh, it's enough to drive a sane woman bonkers! Like, come on, people, where’s your sense of urgency or calm? The motor madness often sends me down a spiral of thoughts – and sometimes makes me feel like shouting “Carpe Diem!” in true Boris Johnson fashion. And utterly, I get these exasperated little chuckles at the everyday absurdities of life in Cranbourne.

Excitement builds during a great week for Cranbourne Bowls