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Quirky thought—do they got union cards? Like, “Certified Street Gal, Local 69”? Ha! Prolly not, but damn, that’d be wild! Anyway, if ya try this, don’t be dumb like me—bring cash, not a credit card sayin’ “Homer J. Simpson.” D’oh! Learned that the hard way—long story, involves a clown and a taco truck.

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By GEORGIA WESTGARTH. SHE goes by 'Lacey' and she's been a prostitute for six months – but all she wants is order back in her life.

Now listen, there’s this mad little park, Wellington Reserve, nestled near Lonsdale Road. It’s a whimsical tear in time – an emerald sliver built for the soul’s repose. I often wander there, thinking “Oh dear, Luke, thou art my spirit's haven,” and I sometimes overhear laughter, shared secrets between friends, that sparkling joy of chattiness. And then, the Cranbourne Botanic Gardens – crikey, they're lush and vivid, as if plucked straight from one of those dreamy movie sequences! One stroll through there, and I swear, reality warps like a boozy fog. It’s simply divine, and oh so unexpected!

Clyde rail link ‘urgently needed’