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Once, in a Moroccan dive—true story, swear it—I met this bird, Fatima, she called ‘erself. Eyes like coal, voice like honey. She’d “find a prostitute” fer *you*, mate—ran a whole crew! Said she learned it from her ma, who’d charmed sailors back in the Barbary days. Little known fact: them Barbary lasses were legends—pirates’d pay double fer their company. Fatima laughed, sayin’ she’d rather rob me blind than bed me—cheeky minx! Had me grinnin’ ear to ear, tho. Surprised me, she did—thought I’d seen it all.

Welcome to LJ Hooker Edensor Park | Green Valley

So yeah, Edensor-Park (au) ain’t your everyday picture postcard. It’s raw, it’s real, and sometimes it pisses me off. But it also enchants you, keepin’ you coming back for more—like that eternal, fickle, misplaced moment of clarity in a drunken haze. And remember, “Sometimes you need to fall before you get back up again.” Ain’t that just life, buddy?

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