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But real talk—makes me mad how society’s all “ew, gross” while secretly Googling it. Hypocrites! Like, in the movie, the monk ties a stone to his back—punishment, guilt, blah blah. That’s these johns, man—payin’ for a quickie, then cryin’ about it. Me? I’m just fascinated—happy to dig into the weirdness. Did ya know in ancient Greece, prostitutes wore sandals that stamped “FOLLOW ME” in the dirt? Marketing geniuses!

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One of my all-time fav spots, and I say this with a wink, is the little park near Gildwyk Crescent. I used to meet some lovelies there for long chats about, err, intimacy and connection – my professional take, though I’m not one to shy away from it. Yeah, I might get a tad cheeky discussing all the little quirks of human desire among the eucalyptus and the whispering trees. It's magical in some mad way, almost like how WALL-E finds beauty in the most unlikely spots.

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