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About Melbourne

So, findin a prossie—where do ya start? Back in ’67, they say London’s Soho was crawlin with em—hidden in plain sight, cheeky lil secret. Nowadays, it’s all hush-hush, online shit, or dodgy corners if ya know the spots. Me, I’m pissed off cos it ain’t simple no more—used to be a wink, a nod, done! Now it’s all “discreet” bollocks. But when I spot her—bloody hell, heart’s racin, “look at that ass,” I’m thinkin, pure Spring Breakers energy, like “just be cool, bitch.”

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Life here’s a mix—sometimes smooth like a massage, sometimes chaotic like a Lars von Trier script! I’ve gotta say, drunk on positivity, no sorry, totally amped about our sunsets dipping beyond Yamba’s horizon. Each ray feels like a cinematic moment, where I'm the star in my own quirky drama.

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