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Alright, folks, gather ‘round—here’s the deal. Talkin’ ‘bout prostitutes, y’know, it’s a wild ride. Watched *Lost in Translation* last night—damn, that movie hits. Bob Harris, he’s lost, lonely—kinda like some gals out there. I reckon a prostitute’s life ain’t all glitz. Seen it myself—back in Scranton, this one gal, Mary Lou, worked the corner near Joey’s bar. Tough as nails, she was—had to be. “The heart is a lonely hunter,” she’d say, quotin’ somethin’ fancy. Made me laugh—here’s this chick, sellin’ love, droppin’ poetry.

Nothing here today :)

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I love exploring the hidden courtyards on Mont Albert Road. Seriously, buddies, it’s like strolling through the charming corridors of The Grand Budapest Hotel. “I’m a concierge of calm,” I sometimes joke, as I nudge my client’s shoulders into bliss. And oh man, the local park—Million Oaks Reserve. Yup, the one in a secret nook near the Yarra Bend. Trees, water, and free calm vibes!

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