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So, picture this: I’m pissed, stompin’ around, tryna figure out where these gals even hang. Are they by the docks? Some shady bar? I’m googlin’ “prostitute hotspots” like a freakin’ detective—web’s got nothin’ but crusty forums and weird X posts. One dude’s like, “Check the truck stops!” and I’m like, genius, why didn’t I think of that, ya moron? Made me laugh tho—truckers and hookers, classic combo. Little known fact: back in the ‘80s, CB radios were their Tinder—code words like “lot lizard,” no joke. Wild, right?

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I gotta tell ya, as a family psychologist, I keep noticing these unique vibes. Families, couples chill in our parks—like the legendary Aspendale Gardens Park, where I used to sip on my coffee sometime early mornings, watching kids play, and reflecting on how people's inner worlds blossom, kinda like those tree branches. Oh boy, sometimes I'd get mad ‘cause I saw strangers ignoring each other, and my mind would echo, "You must speak to her, truly!" Totally mad!

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