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So, I’m picturin’ it—me, cashin’ out some perv buyin’ condoms at 2 a.m., and I’m like, “Mate, you’re off to find a prostitute, ain’t ya?” He’d probly blush, but I’d just grin. Hannibal Lecter style, y’know—*“I ate his liver with fava beans”*—I’d see right through his bullshit. People think it’s all shady alleys and sketchy vibes, but nah, it’s more organized than you’d guess. Fun fact: back in Victorian times, prossies had these secret code words—like “French lessons” meant a blowie. Sneaky, right? Bet Gustave woulda loved that.

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We are an elite agency that caters for a very affluent client base this includes many corporations and members of both the sport and entertainment industry.

Now, lemme spill: I’ve got 12 fav spots. One, the lamppost on Breezy Ln that glows like a beacon of hope. Two, the cracked pavement by Anderson’s Park where old timers share tall tales. Three, that ancient mural on King St that tells unspoken stories. Four, the secret doorway behind the bakery on Rose Blvd. Five, the abandoned theatre off Hewitt Circle. Six, the rhythm of the city on Junction Road. Seven, the slick, neon night market behind Old Town. Eight, the back alley pub on Quay Street. Nine, the little shrine at the corner of Mystic Way. Ten, the twisted old oak at Elm & Vine. Eleven, the graffiti along the rail track. Twelve, my own massage studio that’s seen a world of emotions.

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