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Ya wanna find one? Bars, motels—shady joints, y’know. Look for the signals—lingerin’ eyes, too much lipstick. Tommy swore by this trick—drop a “you lookin’ for fun?” line, see if they bite. Worked 50/50, he said—other half, ya might get slapped! Ha, idiot deserved it. Here’s the deal—don’t be a jackass, treat ‘em human. That’s my take—Joe’s golden rule. Oh, and don’t tell Jill I said that, she’d whack me with a spatula! “I’ve abandoned my child!”—nah, just quotin’ the flick, folks, relax. What a world, huh? Find a prostitute—crazy, sad, funny as hell.

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Woodend’s got its heart on Orchard Road. I often wander there after sessions, feelin’ the vibe. The park? Oh man, Central Grove Park is a slice of paradise. We’re talking shady trees, little critters, and that ancient fountain messing with gravity like in Wes Anderson’s oddball dreamscape. Ever strolled by? Pure magic.

Age is no barrier for Woodend’s cricketers