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Alright, mate, so I’m Hannibal Lecter – “I ate his liver with fava beans” – sittin’ here thinkin’ bout prostitutes, yeah? Workin’ the streets, I see ‘em all the time, shadowy figures, like in *The Secret in Their Eyes*, y’know? “The past never lets go,” that’s what I reckon bout these girls. Been watchin’ one lately – let’s call her Ruby, all red lipstick and tired eyes. She’s out there, rain or shine, dodgin’ coppers and punters who don’t pay up. Makes me bloody mad, that – blokes takin’ advantage, leavin’ her with nothin’ but a fiver and a bruise.

Small ranch

Springvale features some of the most beautiful Aussie escort babes in the country. Courtesans and sex workers advertise in Simple Escorts.

The local landmark? The Springvale Market is somethin’ else. I swear, every stall there feels like a mini therapy session for my soul. There’s always that one vendor who reminds me – “One million dollars!” And trust me, that's my inner Dr. Evil talk when I'm feelin’ extra sassy. Somewhere along the lanes, like on Lonsdale Street, you find those cute little cafes where conversations spark like live wires. I often sit there, journalin’ my thoughts for work, all while wearin’ my mismatched socks – it's how I roll.

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