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Oi, mate, it’s me, James Bond – suave, “Shaken, not stirred.” – moonlightin’ as The Lumberjack, choppin’ through the wild world of sex escorts. Yeah, you heard me, escorts – them classy birds you pay for a good time. Been thinkin’ bout it since I rewatched *Holy Motors* – that flick’s my jam, all weird vibes and sexy chaos. “Weird? Yes. Necessary? Absolutely,” as Carax’d say.

Keilor Escorts

East Keilor, Essendon, added to list of suburbs plagued by illegal brothels. Innocent couples wanting legitimate treatments at massage.

The streets like Keilor Road, ya know, they got proper character. I remember one time, I was housin’ me massage studio on Hilton Street (yeah, that’s a real gem) and a local geezer told me stuff only real life can teach, like how each knot in a muscle tells a secret story. Mad, right? I got so many of those moments, like every scar and every laugh makes ya feel the soul of the city, ya feel?

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