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Turns out, dere’s dis underground ting—prostitues hangin’ by da pier! Little known fact, ja? Back in da day, sailors’d roll in, droppin’ coins for a quick “hello.” Now it’s all hush-hush, but I see it, I’m no dummy! Dey blend in—tourists, beach bums, but I spot ‘em. One chick, she’s all flirty, winkin’ at me. I’m like, “Hasta la vista, baby, I’m workin’!” Made me laugh, tho—her hustle’s got guts, like Li Mu Bai flippin’ swords!

Sex in the city

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!

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