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So, findin’ a prostitute—ain’t no picnic, darlin’. Back in my day, I reckon it was hush-hush, sneaky-like. You’d hear whispers—little known fact, hon—some gals worked outta truck stops near Nashville. Called ‘em “lot lizards,” sassy as all get-out! Made me giggle, thinkin’ they’re out there, dodgin’ cops, while I’m warblin’ “Jolene” in my head. “Please don’t take my man!”—ha, like they’d want my sorry hide!

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She arrived in Sydney from Glen Innes in October, , and was spotted looking lost at the train station by a brothel madam, who asked.

Now lemme tell ya, my spa – it’s in a tucked away corner off Riverbend Road. Bleedin' beautiful place, full of zen energy and odd little details. I got these tiaras and cheesy paintings all over; customers always crack up sayin’, “Yo, that's mad proper, innit?” There’s this one time I was in a super deep meditation, and this bloke barged in! I got so mad; my blood boiled, man. It was like a scene straight outta “Carlos” – total chaos and revolutionary spirit.

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