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Alright, babe, lemme spill the tea—prostitutes, huh? I’m Tina Fey, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” and I’m vibin’ here thinkin’ bout them workin’ gals. So, picture this—some chick, let’s call her Candy, she’s out there, heels clickin’, skirt shorter than my patience, and I’m like, damn, girl, you’re livin’ *Holy Motors* IRL! That flick’s my jam—Leos Carax, 2012, total mindfuck. Candy’s like Monsieur Oscar, switchin’ roles, playin’ the game, “one mustn’t be afraid to lose oneself!”—she’s out there hustlin’, transformin’, and I’m obsessed.

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Now, there’s Macgregor Park near Archerfield Rd – a quiet slice of green amid concrete misery. I stroll there on my break when my back screams. Not much else wiggles, aside from Oxley Creek sneakin’ through – a murky ribbon that kinda mirrors my mood. Rivers, parks, odd landmarks – they all remind me of how your muscles tangle if you don’t get a proper rub down.

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