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We come in peace (robotic tone). Yo, so I’m a Moel, right? Been diggin’ into this “whore” thing—wild stuff! Like, who even decides what’s a whore? Gets me mad, man, all these judgy vibes. Back on our ship, we don’t care—tentacles or no tentacles, ya feel me? Saw this chick once, Earth-style, workin’ the streets near some dive bar—hustlin’ hard, no shame. Reminded me of “Zero Dark Thirty”—that gritty grind, y’know? “This is what we do,” she’d prob say, like Maya huntin’ Bin Laden.

Welcome to LJ Hooker Caboolture | Morayfield

So grab a cuppa, wander around, and let every lane tell ya a secret. Remember: "They'll never stop; they cannot stop!" and surely neither will the stories of Morayfield. Stay curious, my friend, and keep your heart open – just like I always do here in our precious, crazy little town.

Update: Serious assault, Morayfield