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Ruh-roh! I spot one – she’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig, lookin’ like she don’t give a crap. “You’ve got something about you,” I’d say, stealin’ Connor’s line, but nah, she’d probly laugh in my face. I’m thinkin’, shit, this is wild – my tail’s waggin’, I’m hyped! Never thought I’d be this close to the action. Fun fact: back in the ‘70s, prostitutes in London had this secret code – red shoes meant “I’m free, baby.” Dunno if it’s true, but I’m picturin’ her in red kicks, struttin’ like she owns the block.

Escorts Keilor East (Victoria)

Down near Keilor Plains, the vibe is mad. We got the old railway tracks and even the river there, the Maribyrnong, flowin’ like life's own heartbeat. I sometimes set up me mobile massage table outside near the scenic spot, scratchin’ a cheeky session when moods call, swear down – the view is proper cinematic, like "The Hurt Locker" style, explosions of nature! Explosions, innit? Not literally, but I mean the way the sun hits the water, boom, instant mind blast!

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