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Ain’t no saint, but damn, it’s thrillin’. Back in ‘79, cops busted this joint – 50 girls, one night! History’s nuts, man. I’m cruisin’, eyes peeled, heart pumpin’. “Where you at, girl?” I mutter. Like Ivan in the movie – lost, pissed, but pushin’.

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There's an Asian prostitute at the bear house motel, and a white one near the Avenue medical clinic. They're on locanto.

Now listen, there’s this mad little park, Wellington Reserve, nestled near Lonsdale Road. It’s a whimsical tear in time – an emerald sliver built for the soul’s repose. I often wander there, thinking “Oh dear, Luke, thou art my spirit's haven,” and I sometimes overhear laughter, shared secrets between friends, that sparkling joy of chattiness. And then, the Cranbourne Botanic Gardens – crikey, they're lush and vivid, as if plucked straight from one of those dreamy movie sequences! One stroll through there, and I swear, reality warps like a boozy fog. It’s simply divine, and oh so unexpected!

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