Lauren Dandenong North Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi mate, so I’m a cargo transportation manager, right, and I’m thinkin’ about prostitutes—yeah, the oldest gig in the book! Ha! Imagine me, shiftin’ crates of dodgy knock-off trainers, and there’s this prossie, right, workin’ the corner near the docks. I’m like, “Bloody hell, love, you’re tougher than my forklift!” Cackle! She’s out there, rain pissin’ down, dodgin’ coppers like it’s a bleedin’ sport. Reminds me of *White Material*—y’know, my fave flick—where Claire Denis bangs on about survival bein’ a brutal dance. “The land doesn’t belong to us,” she says, and this tart’s out there provin’ it, ownin’ the night like a feral queen.

95 years. 400 offices. 4000 people. 1 brand.

I gotta mention how my line of work, being a sexologist, has tuned my senses to the subtle, sometimes erotic whispers of the city. There's an urban pulse here that's all about raw, unfiltered human connection. I once noticed a couple, lost in each other on a bench by the creek – it stuck in my mind like the timeless song of WALL-E, "La la la..." That mystique, the unseen passion swirling through the streets of Dandenong-North, is somethin' really unique, almost like a secret language of love, if ya catch my drift.

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