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Little-known fact: ancient Babylon? Prostitutes worked temples—sacred gig! Wild, huh? Surprised me—history’s freaky. So, you’re chattin’ her up, cash ready. She’s all, “50 quid, quickie.” I’m thinkin’, “Mate, universe’s infinite—why rush?” Exaggeratin’ here, but feels like eternity waitin’. Heart’s racin’—nerves or excitement? Dunno.

Sex in the city

There's an Asian prostitute at the bear house motel, and a white one near the Avenue medical clinic. They're on locanto.

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!

Cranbourne cyclist in critical condition following collision in Devon Meadows