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Escort’s dodgy, yeah? Not cars, nah, people—hired mates for lonely sods or bigwigs needing arm candy. Me, I’ve wired up vans for ‘em once, hissss, tiny mics, sneaky cams—caught a geezer yelling, “I paid for quiet!” Made me cackle, it did! Gollum sees the muck, the glitter too—some escorts, they’re posh, all “I’m too good,” but others, rough as old boots, spitting mad. Reminds me of Eilis in “Brooklyn,” torn ‘twixt homes, “You’ll feel so homesick,” she’s told—escorts, they’re homesick for normal, I reckon.

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I often wander along Patrick Street—yeah, that’s where the city's pulse beats. On warm evenings, I sit in a quaint cafe near Highton Library. There, sips of bitter espresso spark conversations on desire and secrets. A rich tapestry of stolen glances from passersby, stories that echo, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” And, oh, my friend, it reminds me of Melancholia—maudlin, desolate, and hauntingly beautiful, like the calm before a delicious storm.

Man injured when hit by school bus in Highton, Geelong in Victoria