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About Perth

So, here’s the deal—findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic. Back in the day, ol’ Vegas had ‘em lined up like chrome on Furiosa’s rig, but now? You gotta know the streets, the dark corners. I’m talkin’ alleyways where the shadows move, where girls with tired eyes flash a smile that’s half hope, half hustle. Saw one last week—red heels, skirt shorter than a wasteland truce—leanin’ against a busted lamppost. “Hey, sugar,” she says, voice like gravel. Made me chuckle—damn, she’s workin’ harder than Max haulin’ that war rig!

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Highett’s got layers, hun. From teh bustling local market on Highett Parade to the secret alley cafes near Bay St, every corner has its own rugged charm. The local community? Unbeliveable supportive, always ready for a laugh and a quirky meet-up. It's craetive, just like me! Some neccesary though, opinions get thrown around – I sometimes get a bit maddnag when folks overlook the history of our artsy night spots, like that tiny record store that’s imidiately famous among locals.

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