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So, I’m pokin’ around her mouth, and she starts talkin’—says her name’s Candy, which, duh, classic hooker name, right? I’m like, “Candy, darlin’, them teeth ain’t sweet!” She laughs, this raspy giggle, and I’m hooked—happy as a pig in mud. Reminds me of *The White Ribbon*, that creepy-ass movie I love. You know that line, “It’s a sign of guilt”? Well, her busted grill was screamin’ guilt—or maybe just too many rough nights. Haneke’d have a field day with her story, all dark and twisted.

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Prostitution in Australia is governed by state and territory laws, which vary considerably, although none ban the selling of sex itself.

Now ya gotta check out the Adelaide Botanic Garden – it's like a secret paradise tucked right in the city. I often catch my breath wonderin’ how Mother Nature can be so damn brilliant. And oh, the River Torrens! It winds like a cool ribbon through the city – every twist and turn got a story to tell. I recall a late night walk, heart pumpin’ smooth beats as the water whispered secrets – man, it gave me chills.

Adelaide cafe’s matcha tasting flight takes off!