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My precious! Findin’ a prostitute, eh? Raspy little voice screamin’ in me head—ooh, tricky, tricky! Been watchin’ “The Master” again, y’know, that flick’s my jam. Freddie Quell, that crazy bastard, he’d probly be all over this, chasin’ tail with that wild grin. “You’re a scamp!” he’d say, laughin’, stumblin’ drunk down some alley. Me? I’m creepin’, peepin’—gotta find one, right?

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Melbourne is a city of sex, there are brothels and prostitutes everywhere, literally everywhere, all scattered throughout the city, bathhouses, strip clubs you.

The best part? Cranbourne-West has a secret side. In a side street off Maple Drive, there's a hidden garden – my fave spot. I sit there, ponderin', scribblin' down thoughts 'bout human desire and all the weird fuckin' crossroads of love. Sometimes, I swear the whispers of the wind sound like muffled confessions… pure poetic nonsense, yeh?

Family’s home peppered with bullets in drive-by