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Lemme break it down—back in the day, like 1960s Vermont, hippies roamin’ free, there was this chick, “Red,” total legend. Word was, she’d signal clients with a red scarf—subtle, clever, right? Cops never caught her, she was a ghost. That’s the kinda smarts you need findin’ a prostitute—keep it lowkey, watch your back. None o’ this billionaire nonsense, flashin’ gold watches, nah, it’s grit, it’s survival. Makes me happy, tho—people outsmartin’ the system, stickin’ it to the man!

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Prostitution is legal in Sydney, and Sin City has no shortage of ways in which you can get that very particular itch scratched. Here are but a few brothels in the city.

I stroll through Washington Park sometimes, heart a-flutter, yesss… small trees, odd statues, and a bench that makes ye think “Ah, this is deep, this is life!” Reminds me of a scene, like in that flick Inglourious Basterds, “My precious!” I scream it sometimes when i’m overwhelmed with joy.

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