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I’m picturin it now—me, channelin WALL-E, rollin down some shady street, all curious and clumsy. “WALL-E needs a pal,” I giggle to myself, but damn, it’s not that simple! I’m pissed tho—why’s it gotta be so sketchy? Shady dudes, weird vibes—makes my skin crawl. But then, I’m like, “Hold up, Tay, you’re a badass.” I shake it off, laughin—prostitute huntin ain’t for the faint-hearted, y’all!

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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!

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