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But here’s the kicker: I’m surprised how normal it feels. Thought I’d be all high-and-mighty, but nah—she’s just a person, mate. Bit sad, bit funny, bit tough as nails. “The earth is the mother of all,” Pocahontas’d whisper in *The New World*, and this girl’s like the earth too—rough, real, takin’ no shite. I slip her some extra quid, tell her to dodge the creeps. She winks, “Cheers, posh boy,” and I’m off, martini callin’ my name. Findin’ a prostitute? It’s a bloody adventure—dodgy, daft, and damn human, shaken, not stirred!

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Down here, you got Artarmon Rd. poppin, buzzing non-stop. I spend many a lazy arvo by the Artarmon Bay wharf—totally chill vibes. The park on Boronia Rd. is epic. There’s a hidden gem, a lil' park bench by Dunsmore Crescent where I once met a mismatched couple who literally reminded me, “Tabu, mayb man…” nah, that ain't it but I mean, it's hoary memorable!

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