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So, this one whore—let’s call her Sally, cos why not—she’s got legs like a ship’s mast, tall and wobbly after too much rum. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “What storm spat you out, love?” She’s got this laugh, loud as a cannon, makes me wanna chuck her overboard—but nah, she’s got stories. Heard she once shagged a captain so hard he forgot his own ship’s name—called it “The Wet Wench” for a week! Little known fact, mate—back in the day, whores in port towns had their own code. Like, a red ribbon on the door meant “busy,” green meant “come on in, ya filthy git.” Bet ya didn’t know that, ya ignorant sod!

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Long-standing traders at Prahran Market say they are facing financial ruin after being forced out by management in a quest to modernise the commercial centre.

Oh, and let me tell ya – from my massage parlor, I can see some of the quirkiest corners of Prahran. I see people meltdown in deadlines, love affairs sprawl on benches. Most never notice the little details. I do. The flicker of neon on grey walls, odd scents wafting from food trucks on Nelson St., and that vibe you can’t fake.

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