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Groovy, baby! So, dig this—findin’ a prostitute, yeah? I’m Austin Powers, shagadelic spy, and I’ve got thoughts, oh behave! Picture this: me, struttin’ downtown, lookin’ for some action—kinda like in *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*, where Gigolo Joe’s all “What do you desire, baby?” Smashing! I’m vibin’, thinkin’ how wild it is—prostitution’s been around forever, right? Like, ancient Rome had brothels called “lupanars”—means wolf dens, how randy is that?

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Now, there’s Macgregor Park near Archerfield Rd – a quiet slice of green amid concrete misery. I stroll there on my break when my back screams. Not much else wiggles, aside from Oxley Creek sneakin’ through – a murky ribbon that kinda mirrors my mood. Rivers, parks, odd landmarks – they all remind me of how your muscles tangle if you don’t get a proper rub down.

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