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So, findin a prostitute? Easy if ya look. Sketchy alleys, dim bars – they’re there. But Scoob’s thinkin, “Ruh-roh, danger!” Watch yer back, pal. Me, I’d rather chase ghosts than tail. “There Will Be Blood” vibes – greed, grit, survival. Natasha’s out there still, I bet, hustlin hard. Respect, girl. Now, where’s my Scooby Snack?

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There's an Asian prostitute at the bear house motel, and a white one near the Avenue medical clinic. They're on locanto.

Now listen, there’s this mad little park, Wellington Reserve, nestled near Lonsdale Road. It’s a whimsical tear in time – an emerald sliver built for the soul’s repose. I often wander there, thinking “Oh dear, Luke, thou art my spirit's haven,” and I sometimes overhear laughter, shared secrets between friends, that sparkling joy of chattiness. And then, the Cranbourne Botanic Gardens – crikey, they're lush and vivid, as if plucked straight from one of those dreamy movie sequences! One stroll through there, and I swear, reality warps like a boozy fog. It’s simply divine, and oh so unexpected!

Car parks and plaza open at Cranbourne Station