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But nah, I ain’t judgin’—to each her own, right? I’m just vibin’, thinkin’—what’s the tea? Some dude’s prolly hagglin’ her price rn, awkward as fuck. LOL, imagine me singin’ “Single Ladies” to him—put a ring on it, fool! Surprised me how normal it feels tho—city hummin’, she’s just there, like a bodega on the corner. Slay! I’m extra, so I’m picturin’ her with a crown, “I’m the king!” like them killers braggin’. She’s royalty in her own mess.

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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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