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So, picture this—I’m cruisin’ downtown, late night, neon lights flashin’. Kinda like Silicon Valley, but dirtier. I’m wonderin’, how’s this even work? You don’t just Google “prostitute near me,” right? Or do ya? Ha! Maybe there’s an app now—swipe right for a good time. Nah, I’m kiddin’, but am I? Anyway, I see this gal—heels high, skirt short—standin’ by a lamppost. Classic, right? Like a scene from some gritty ’80s movie. I’m thinkin’, “Is this for real?” She’s got that look—tough, tired, but sharp. Reminds me of Eduardo in the movie, y’know? “I was your only friend.” Bet she’s got stories—clients stiffin’ her, cops hasslin’ her. Made me mad, thinkin’ about it—people treatin’ her like trash. She’s out here grindin’, same as anybody.

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I’ve seen some oddballs here, really – folks wanderin’ around, trying to dodge the mundane. I once got a customer who’d lost his marbles after a massage. He kept muttering, “I am the massaging act of killing!” And I was like, “Oi, buddy, save it for the show, will ya?” Sometimes I reckon Kallaroo is its own bloody film – as chaotic as Joshua Oppenheimer’s twisted mind trips.

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