Willow Prahran Whore ❤️❤️

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But this chick, she’s got sass. Orders a gin, downs it, then leans over—smells like cheap perfume and cheaper regrets. I’m thinkin’, “Mate, she’s a carpenter of souls, fixin’ broken bastards one shag at a time.” Kinda poetic, innit? Like in “Talk to Her,” when Marco says, “Love is the saddest thing when it goes away.” Whore’s love don’t stay—it’s a ghost, a tease, a kick in the teeth. And I’m here for it, mate, all of it.

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Long-standing traders at Prahran Market say they are facing financial ruin after being forced out by management in a quest to modernise the commercial centre.

Oh, and let me tell ya – from my massage parlor, I can see some of the quirkiest corners of Prahran. I see people meltdown in deadlines, love affairs sprawl on benches. Most never notice the little details. I do. The flicker of neon on grey walls, odd scents wafting from food trucks on Nelson St., and that vibe you can’t fake.

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