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Here I am, mates, narrating—calm, rhythmic—like nature’s own pulse. Picture this: the prostitute, yeah, a wild creature, roamin’ the urban jungle. Works the streets, bold as brass, tradin’ flesh for cash. Ain’t no shame in her game, nah, she’s out there, survivin’. Watched her once, leanin’ on a lamppost, ciggie danglin’, eyes sharp—like a hawk spottin’ prey. Reminds me of *Brokeback Mountain*, that line, “I wish I knew how to quit you.” She’s hooked, see, can’t quit the hustle, even if it tears her up inside.

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The paper highlights how a broad distinction emerged between public prostitutes, regarded as heterosexual/masculine, and private prostitutes, regarded as homosexual/effeminate.

Have ya strolled along Manly’s coast? The view where the ocean meets the cliffs near North Head – it’s epic yet slightly eerie. A bit like that film’s vibe, I mean, “it's a beast of a world out there, man!” And yep, sometimes the sea winds remind ya of secrets the universe is chuckling about.

Pengelly rescues point for Manly