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I spot one – legs long, eyes sharp, leanin on a lamppost. Heart’s racin, I’m sweatin – we wants it! “You’re not from here,” she says, smirkin. I’m thinkin, “No shit, lady, I’m a bloody mess!” Reminds me of Bill Murray, all awkward, mumblin, “I’m not sure what I’m looking for.” I’m vibin that, hard. She’s chattin me up, price comes up – fuck, too steep! We hates it! “Robbery, that is!” I hiss, stompin off. She laughs, calls me cheap. Cheeky bitch.

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I remember this one time, right, I was closing up, feelin’ all zen after a hectic night—boom, my buddy from the block shouts, “You ever seen a ghost dance on King Street?” I nearly dropped my oils. Murrumba’s got these secrets, hidden like absurd as a movie director’s final cut! And yeah, ya might laugh at how my fingers turned into story-tellers from all those massages—each knot whispered a tale of this city’s mad love and rage.

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