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About Newcastle

So, mate, here’s the deal – findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic. Sneaky buggers, they hide in shadows, precious! Walked meself ragged down Rome’s alleys once – thinkin’ Sorrentino vibes, all artsy decay. Found one, tho – eyes like burnt coal, skirt hiked to heaven. “You got coin, creep?” she hisses. Made me mad, that tone – who’s she callin’ creep? Me, Gollum, king o’ the grime?

Keilor Escorts

Down near Keilor Plains, the vibe is mad. We got the old railway tracks and even the river there, the Maribyrnong, flowin’ like life's own heartbeat. I sometimes set up me mobile massage table outside near the scenic spot, scratchin’ a cheeky session when moods call, swear down – the view is proper cinematic, like "The Hurt Locker" style, explosions of nature! Explosions, innit? Not literally, but I mean the way the sun hits the water, boom, instant mind blast!

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