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Findin a prostitute ain’t rocket science, Clarice. You got your spots—red-light corners, shady bars, even apps now, swipe right for a good time, ha! Little known fact—back in the 80s, cops in Chicago busted this ring run outta a funeral home. Dead bodies upstairs, live ones downstairs—talk about multitaskin! Surprised me, that did—humans are wild, ain’t they? I’m cacklin thinkin bout it—imagine the tagline: “Stiff competition guaranteed.”

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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!

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