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Here’s the juice: it ain’t just sex, nah. It’s stories—gritty, messy ones. Like in *Ten*, “I don’t need your pity!”—these gals got pride, man! One told me she paid her bro’s hospital bills—hustlin’ for love. Blew my mind! Another time, I’m chattin’ this dude online—turns out he’s scoutin’ for ‘em—shady as hell. Typin’ fast, “u sure bout this?”—11 typos later, he ghosts. HAHA! Dodged a bullet.

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Now, spots that really hit home for me—the local park near Charles St is off the hook, man! I stroll there after a busy day of kneadin’ knots and massagin’ muscles. The trees, the chirpin’, the cool shade—pure euphoria, brother! I once met this old fella there, talkin’ 'bout his glory days. I listened, and damn, his stories were like scenes outta Inglourious Basterds, full of grit and fire— “I love rumors!” man, just like in the flick, ya know?

Cars catch on fire on back of truck on Hume Hwy at Ingleburn, in Sydney’s southwest