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Oh, oh—funny story! Buddy o’ mine, Lenny, swore he saw an escort at Moe’s. Turned out it was just Marge with new lipstick! Ha! “Mmm… donuts,” I said, laughin’ my ass off. But real talk—escorts got guts. Like in *White Material*, “You don’t own me.” They’re out there, dodgin’ cops, judgy losers, livin’ free. Respect, man. Surprised me how tough they are—thought it was all glitz, no grit.

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Ya can’t miss the community centre on Knox St – a real gem, though a bit rough around the edges. The place is a brick rollin' with passion! When I wander those back alleys, I find hidden pieces of Fawkner’s soul; it's uncensored, raw – kinda like Dogville’s script "Let's try a little experiment, shall we?" but without all that pretentious stuff.

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