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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m judgin’ this like Judge Judy—sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain!”—and I’m spillin’ my guts about prostitutes, ‘cause why not? I’m a shrink, I’ve seen it all, and lemme tell ya, the world’s a messy place. My fave flick’s *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*—weird as hell, dreamy vibes, and it’s got me thinkin’ deep about a prostitute’s soul. Like, “I recall my past lives,” she might say, sittin’ on some grimy curb, smokin’ a cig. Past lives? Hell, she’s lived ten in one night!

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There’s that small street, Brolga Lane, crammed with quirky cafes and odd dating spots. I recall how I met a couple there, they were laughing at their fate—my job's twisted sense of humor, gollum! And then—bam!—there’s the hidden nook behind Elderberry Road. Oi, secret spot perfect for lovers to whisper their sweet secrets, precious.

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