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Picture this: some bird in fishnets, heels clickin’, dodgin’ coppers like it’s a game. I’ve seen ‘em, skulkin’ in shadows, laughin’ at the prudes. Makes me grin—proper cheeky. Back in the day, whores ran shit! Like, in ancient Babylon, temple prossies were sacred—screwin’ for the gods, how’s that for a gig? Bet they’d smirk at us now, all judgy and posh. “I don’t sell myself,” one told me once—liar, but ballsy! Loved that. Reminds me of *Ten* again—“What’s your price?” she asks. Everyone’s got one, don’t they?

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Yeah, so listen up. Keilor-East is a dump… I mean, a real quirky spot in Melbourne’s outer suburbs. Not that I give a crap, but here goes. First off, you got Campbell St and Pine Ave – solid streets where you can actualy walk without tripping over life. There’s this random little park, Brushy Park, where old blokes sit around complainin’, and I once sat there myself — yep, even a relaxation specialist like me got a rare moment of calm.

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