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But ugh, the judgy types piss me off. “Oh, escorts are trash!” Shut it, Karen, you don’t get it. They’re hustlin’, same as us webcam peeps—sellin’ a fantasy, not a crime. I can see Russia from my house, and I *still* see more than those prudes. Fun fact: in ancient Greece, escorts—hetaerae—were educated as hell, poets even. Bet your judgy ass didn’t know that! History’s wild.

LJ Hooker - Cranbourne

Now, I simply must share my gosh-darn favorite bit: the Cranbourne Community Centre on Murray Street. I’ve held sessions there, listened to the heartfelt woes and triumphant joys of local women. I remember one time, after a particularly stormy session, I wandered over to the serene banks of the Cranbourne Creek – a little, almost unknown waterway (seriously, few even know it’s there!). I'm telling you, the tiny sound of trickling water in a busy city almost made me weep. oh dear, it’s a marvel, a secret whisper among the urban cacophony. Reminds me of those fantastical lyrics in Under the Skin, ya know? All that talk of transformative moments, ephemeral yet real.

Meet the Casey Council candidates – Cranbourne Gardens Ward