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Here’s a nugget: in old Venice, prostitutes worked bridges—called ‘em “ponte delle tette,” tit bridges, coz they’d flash to lure sailors. Wish I’d been there, sippin’ wine, watchin’ the show! Beats skulkin’ round Flea Bottom, dodgin’ rats and cutthroats. Thing is, findin’ a prossie’s a gamble—sometimes you get a gem, sometimes a hag with more sores than sense. “What’s done is done,” like they say in the movie—once you’re in, no backin’ out. Surprised me once, this one gal knew riddles—smart as me, nearly. Kept her an extra hour just to chat. Rare, that.

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From humble beginnings of just 20 odd properties, the LJ Hooker Clayfield Property Management team has been proud to grow the rent roll to a stage.

Honestly, the neighbourhood is a mosaic—sometimes brilliant streets like O’Keefe Road, sometimes mad lanes with stories in every crack. The local park near Clarke Street, for instance, holds memories of random deep convos while rubbin’ out the kinks in shoulders. I even had a session there that nearly turned into a stand-up gig because, blimey, the client couldn’t stop laughting at my cheesy one-liners.

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