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About Melbourne

Oh, and her smell—cheap perfume and ciggies, but under it, somethin’ wild. Drives me mad—in a good way, ya get me? Dunno why, but I’d wager she’s got stories wilder than Asgard’s feasts. Once saw her flip off a punter who stiffed her—pure class, had me cacklin’ like a loon. “You think you’re in charge?” she’d say, echoin’ that *Pianist* vibe—“I play for me, not you.”

So you want to book a sex worker?

So you want to book a sex worker? There are so many reasons why someone might want to hire a sex worker. Obviously, for the most part, the reason is: S-E-X. But clearly there’s a lot more .

Folks around here got quirks too, like names misspelled on street signs – gotta laugh, right? I often get a chuckle when I see scribbled “Cabooltuer” on a wall. Rarrgh! And I swear, the local cafe on King St brews magic beans. That place is my secret energy dump, ya know?

Update 4: Homicide, Caboolture