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About Perth

Last week, this chick at the register—swear she glowed—said she’s a masseuse. Gave me a card, said, “Come by, big guy.” Heart raced, yo—happy as hell! But then, boss yelled, “T, move it!”—pissed me off, ruined my vibe. Still got that card, tho—might hit her up. Imagine them hands, slidin’, easin’ my knots—ooh, like the *Leviathan* priest sayin’, “Truth is bitter, but it heals.” Truth is, I need this bad!

Call to book

I get all emo sometimes—when the night’s too loud or when the dates go sideways. I'm mad at traffic on Wellington Road sometimes, or when people rush—innit? But then, life’s a wild, messy affair. And hey, re-read that Leviathan vibe: "It goes on, relentlessly, cruelly." I mean, yeah, that's our cursed charm, but damn, it's art in chaos.

Underground station at Glen Waverley