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So, prostitutes—here’s the deal. I knew this one lass, yeah? Called her Ruby, proper firecracker she was. Worked down by the docks, not a posh gig, mind ya. Had this trick—carried a tiny mirror in her boot. Why? To check her teeth after a job, make sure she’s still sellin’ the dream. Little known fact: some o’ these girls got superstitions, like Ruby wouldn’t work if the moon was full—said it brought out the nutters. Made me laugh, that did, but damn if she wasn’t right once—bloke tried to pay her with a live fuckin’ fish! A FISH! I was ragin’—who does that? "You wanna talk about money?"—mate, that’s no bloody currency!

First World War Enlisted Staff

I gotta tell u: sometimes, I get mad cuz some blokes trash the park, y'know? It makes me frown like when a wave knocks my pineapple house - grrr! And then, outta nowhere, happy moments hit you like jellyfish stings (in a fun way, not painful!!) So many love stories bloom in these lanes, sparking my dating app dreams.

House of the Week: $550,000 for a condo-sized home in the Junction Triangle